Part of the anniversary drabbles! Author: Admin E Word Count: 1405
‘Hey Jacky, i’m home!’, you yelled as you slipped out of your shoes, your hand leaning against the hallway wall of your shared apartment for balance. You felt a bit drained from a long day at work until suddenly a delicious smell caught your attention.
You shuffled towards the place effusing the aroma that was curling into your nostrils, only to find your boyfriend in an apron and pottering around the kitchen. You leaned against the doorframe as you watched him reading a recipe out of one of the cooking books you got from your mom when you and Jackson decided to move in together. He was so concentrated he didn’t even notice you getting home.
You cleared your throat not so subtly so he’d snap out of his cooking bubble and find you watching him with an amused grin plastered on your face.
‘Oh? ____-, i didn’t hear you coming in baby!’
The wide, genuine smile you adored so much spread across his handsome face as he dropped everything to walk over to you an give you a proper greeting by pulling you into his strong arms and lovingly placing a kiss on your lips.
‘What’s all this for?’, you asked him curiously.
Jackson scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion as he leaned back to see your face, his arms still around your waist.
‘What do you mean what’s this for?’
‘Well you usually don’t c-‘
You stopped right in the middle of your sentence. Oh no. You didn’t forget another anniversary, did you? That’d be disastrous! You shuddered when you remembered the last time you forgot an important date… You bit your lip in agony as you waited for his reaction, but a very overexaggerated pout was the only thing that followed. That wasn’t too bad, right? Nothing like being tied to the bed and being denied orgasm after orgasm after orgasm for the rest of the night. Never again do you want to experience such torture.
‘Can’t i do something nice for my lady just because i want to?’, he sulked as he looked at you with those bright puppy eyes.
‘Ahw baby ofcourse!’, you cooed as you pinched his cheeks before pecking a quick kiss on his pouty lips. ‘You’re so sweet!’
‘Well yeah! ‘Cause that’s just the man i am, you know. You’re so lucky to have me as a boyfriend, doing all that stuff spontaneously without any hidden motives, i’m the be-‘
You silenced him with a finger on his lips so he’d stop talking for a second.
‘Okay. What’s your deal Jackson, spill it.’
‘Deal? What deal? I really am just doing this to spoil my pretty princess.’, he kept looking at you all innocently like that, big eyes, puffy cheeks, pouty lips. Yeah, he was definitely up to something.
You rolled your eyes and snorted as he skipped towards the kitchen again, pulled out a big plate out of the fridge and handed you a glass of red wine.
You took a sip as you leaned against the counter and watched him carefully.
‘Seriously Jackson, what are you up to?’
‘Me? Nothing babe, i swear. Here, have an oyster!’, he exclaimed excitedly, picking up the giant plate and holding it in front of your nose. Oysters. No kidding.
‘You…You bought oysters? Do we eat that? How do we eat that?’
‘Uhh…I’m not sure myself…I heard you need to do it like this, hold on.’
He put down his glass of wine to crack one open, revealing a blubbery mollusk inside the shell. You both stared at it with an unsure expression.
‘Okay, so…You need to get it loose from the shell…like this…and then gulp it down in one go.’
He brought the shell to his lips and let the blubber slide inside of his mouth. His eyes immediately widened and you could swear you saw him turning pale.
You slapped your hands over your mouth to keep yourself from bursting out in laughter when his expression continued to grow in horror.
‘How-how does it taste babe?’, your voice trembled as you tried your best to hold down a snicker.
Jackson kept chewing and turning the oyster around in his mouth and he looked like he wanted to throw up.
‘Delicious. S-so good.’, he managed to choke out inbetween disgusted gags.
‘Really? In that case i think you should have another one.’, you kept grinning as you started to crack open another shell.
You were having way too much fun with this. It’s his own fault for being such a bluff.
‘N-not necess-hmp!’, he smashed his hand in front of his mouth, trying to stifle another gag, but it was no use.
He ran towards the sink to immediately spit out the chawed oyster and yell ‘Gross!’.
You blinked innocently at him this time. ‘What’s wrong baby? Weren’t they that delicious after all?’
He glared at you for a moment before looking at the full plate of oysters laying, waiting in a mountain of ice.
‘Won’t you try one?’, he asked you hopefully, putting on his best puppyface for you again.
‘I think i’ll pass.’
He sighed in regret.
‘These were so expensive… I thought they’d be delicious, why else would they cost that much?! How can people enjoy those?’
You laughed and patted your boyfriend on the crest of his head. He looked adorable sulking like that.
‘Well, you tried. But why buy them if you don’t know whether we’d like it?’
His pout vanished immediately, making place for an alerted expression.
‘No reason! Just…wanted to try it sometime. Guess that one flopped huh, my bad haha.’
You furrowed your brows in suspicion again.
‘Jackson, you’re acting weird. I mean, you’re not acting like yourself.’
‘Nonsense babycakes! Let me just take this out of the oven, hold on.’
Babycakes? Something was definitely up and you were sure to go crazy if you didn’t know what in the next 10 minutes.
Now you knew what smelled so good it made your mouth water as he pulled the ovendish out and placed it on the cooking range. He made Chicken PiriPiri aka hot and spicy chicken. It looked so good and delicious you almost forgot your mission. But then it hit you.
‘Baby, this looks amazing but don’t you hate too spicy food? I see a lot of chilipeppers in there.’
‘What? Me? No, i love spicy food babe. Could eat it all day.’
‘You threw up once when we went for the spiciest korean dish in the restaurant.’
‘That place was very unsanitary, i just got foodpoisening.’
‘No you didn’t, i had the exact same thing and i was completely fine!’
And then it started to dawn on you. Red wine…Oysters…Chilipeppers… You thought deeply and the little gears in your mind were running at full speed. You were onto something.
‘Jackson…What’s for dessert?’, you asked, suspecting.
‘How did you know i-‘
‘What is it?’
‘Moelleux au chocolat…’
You gasped loudly and pointed an accusing finger at him as the last piece of the puzzle fell into place.
‘You’re feeding me hornyfood!’
‘What?! I would never!’
You remembered clearly now. Just last week you were reading an article in your favourite magazine about aphrodisiacs, food that sparks the sexual appetite. Oysters, chilipeppers and chocolate were definitely in that list.
‘You’ve read my magazine haven’t you?’
‘What magazine?’
‘Jackson!’
He held up his hands as he finally surrendered, giving up trying to hide his true motives.
‘Okay, okay! You’re right, i read your magazine. Thought i’d give it a try.’, he shrugged sheepishly, a halfly apologetic smile on his face.
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a giggle. It was sweet somehow, despite the fact he tried to trick you.
‘Baby…You know i don’t need all that to get in the mood…’, you softly said as you approached him further.
‘I know but…’
‘Why would i need oysters when my biggest aphrodisiac is standing right in front of me?
Jackson gulped but curled his arms around you nonetheless.
‘I’m only hungry for you’, you whispered before leaning in and crashing your lips on his in a heated kiss.
‘Good, because i don’t think i’d be able to eat that spicy chicken anyway.’, he grinned as you separated for a second to catch your breaths.
You chuckled amused. The lengths this guy would go to once he had his mind set on something…
As promised, here is the scenario. It got longer than I intended but some of y'all like long right so hopefully it’s okay for you. Next is part two to Chapter Three of the vampire series so anticipate that lovelies. Has anyone seen the French movie Blue Is The Warmest Color? —
It was the first time you’d see him since you broke up a month and a half ago and you couldn’t help but feel nervous. You had a new boyfriend who had a four year old daughter from his previous relationship, you guys were living together, everything was going alright but you didn’t know how Jaebum would take it.
You agreed to meeting up with him at the coffee shop across the street from his apartment only because you did miss him, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t. It was early, 9.am when the sun wasn’t too high and casted a soft golden yellow over the sidewalks and buildings, reflected off of windows and car tops as it rose higher.
Shops were just opening up, stand owners lining up their fruit or rearranging their flowers in their carts and you smiled at everyone as you clomped passed on your short heels. The chirping birds and noises of the city cut off when the cafe door shut behind you, the bell ringing above your head that was turning in search of your ex. You take a deep breath when you see him, slowly make your way over and stand next to the table he’s chosen.
"Jae..?“ His head lifts and immediately his eyes shine over at the sight of you. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking but he looked as if he’d cry already. He quickly gets up and pulls you into a hug, his arms wrapping tightly around your shoulders and you relax to let his warmth completely envelop you.
You get a whiff of his heavenly cologne you’ve missed so much and you wrap your arms around his waist to bring him closer, loving the feeling of his soft hair tickling at your neck as he nuzzles further into you. He pulls away and purses his lips to your cheek in a friendly kiss, smile falling onto his face as he looks you over, hand wrapped around your wrist.
"I’ve missed you,” You smile back tightly, your jaw clenched when he guides you to sit in front of him. He takes his seat and scans over you with his lip between his teeth.
“You’ve cut your hair,” You place your purse and coat next to you before giving him your full attention.
“Hmm?” He silently gestures to his own hair and it clicks in your head.
"Oh, yeah,“ You shift around uncomfortably at how strong the eye contact was. "I thought it was time for a change,"
"It looks nice, I like it,” You offer up a thankful smile but not much else.
“Should we get you a drink? Coffee? Tea?” He straightens up and flags down the waiter when you tell him what you’d like. He orders for you and the presence of another person makes you feel more at ease but as soon as she’s gone to make your drink, your body tenses up again.
“So,” You start this time, licking your lips. “How are your shows going? Do you have many concerts happening lately? Fan meets? I’ve heard your new song,”
“You did?” Jae lights up like a Christmas tree, his hands laying flat on the table as he leans forward. “Did you like it? I helped write it a bit,"
"It was great, I liked it a lot,” You truthfully tell him and he’s smiling at you again in that way that makes you think he’s falling in love all over again.
“Right,” He snaps out of his trance and fingers the handle of his coffee cup. “There haven’t been many concerts, fan meets either actually-"
"Why?” He looks on you and fights with himself on if he should tell you.
“A few of the members are… were feeling a little down and manager started to notice at practice and stuff so he gave us a break for a few weeks, with a couple interviews in between I guess until they start feeling better,"
You knew the entire time he was talking about himself as the one that was depressed and it made your heart hurt. You didn’t want him to know you caught on, even though you’re pretty sure it was his plan, so you change the subject.
"Are you doing well? Got your eye on any girls?"
When he doesn’t answer you puff air into your cheeks.
"Or boys, whatever you like,"
"I’m alone, I go home alone. I’ve had a hard time getting attached after you left,"
You bite your lip to hide your frown, your eyebrows pulling in.
"Are you still with what’s his name?” You nod without a word and he copies your actions and looks away. “That’s good. He um, he-"
"Enjoy your drink ma'am,” The waiter slides a mug of steaming liquid in front of you and you smile at her and whisper a thanks. When he walks away Jae continues. “He has a kid right?"
"Mhm,” You hum while taking a sip of your drink.
“How old?” “Four. I like her a lot but we get each other in trouble all the time,” You smile at the memories with her but it falls with his next words.
“That should be our daughter,"
You look up at him in shock. "What?"
He glances down and plays with his fingers. "How’s everything sexually?"
Amazingly, you weren’t surprised or offended by his question.
"Do you enjoy it?"
"I mean, it’s…” You trail off and it piques his interest, his head lifting up and eyes running along your face to read your expression.
“Lousy?"
You shake your head, not about to bad mouth your boyfriend.
"Not lousy it’s just.."
"It’s boring,"
"I don’t know Jaebum,” You sigh and cover your face with your hands, listening to him move around in front of you. Your hands drop and you stare at the table so you don’t have to see his reaction.
“It’s not like how it was with you,” You whisper and trace patterns onto the wood with your finger.
“I miss you,” He suddenly says and his hand is on top of yours to stop your fidgeting, fingers curling under your palm and sending electric shocks through you with every touch.
"Jae,“
"I want you all the time, nobody else,” When you don’t reply and don’t pull away, he lifts your hand up to his lips, dragging his mouth over your smooth skin.
"Let me touch you,“ He murmurs and goosebumps pop up your arms as he kisses sloppily over your knuckles.
"Stop,"
"I won’t believe it if you say you don’t want me back, I know you miss me too,” He doesn’t let go of you as he removes himself from his booth and swivels into yours, his free hand cupping your cheek and thumb stroking over your cheekbone.
Tears are already pooling up into your eyes as the situation becomes so familiar, brings back memories of many long nights spent with him. His plush lips push to yours and he squeezes your hand in his lap at that spark that transfers through you both. He pulls back just to rub his nose against your own, his breath mingling with yours as you lean forward again.
The second kiss is longer but not any less needy, quick and uncoordinated. It’s you who pulls back when his tongue hotly touches yours.
“Stop,” Jae watches you while he wipes away the dampness on your cheeks.
“Come home with me,” He whispered and it took nothing else to get you stumbling after him down the street to his apartment.
Jaebum doesn’t waste any time, his lips devouring yours and hands finding your hips the moment he gets his front door opened. Once it’s closed, your back harshly meets a wall, shoes and jackets discarded on the floor and clothes not far behind. You take your time in unbuttoning his top, lowering yourself further down until you’re kneeling in front of him.
He shrugs the button up off and your hands roam over his soft torso, lips planting kisses at his hips just how you know he likes. Your fingers move to unclick his belt and pull it off, working on the button and zipper next before you’re able to yank his jeans down. His bulge is confined by his tight boxers and it’s a mouth watering sight for you after so long. Your fingers dip beneath the hem and you slowly pull them down, teasing both him and yourself. He’s only half hard but he’s easily brought to full stiffness with a few strokes of your hand.
You leave kisses up and down his shaft and his entire body shudders above you, his hand bracing on the wall behind you for support, just in case he falls. His other hand rests on the top of your head, encouraging you to take him into your mouth already and once you do, the deep moan he lets out has your panties instantly soaked.
"Fuck,“ While you’re swirling your tongue around his head and tracing over his prominent veins, he’s stroking your hair back so he could see the way your lips stretched around him.
"It’s been so long,” He murmurs and you take him in deeper, one hand balancing you on his thigh and the other gently massaging his balls. He jerks his hips forward but quickly pulls back, cock slipping out of your mouth and making you confused.
"What are you-“
"Want you close baby,” He carefully helps you up from your knees and brings your face to his, his lips capturing yours and hands squeezing your waist. You yelp in surprise when he sweeps you off your feet, your wide eyes drilling into the side of his head as he swiftly carries you down the hallway.
You finally slump into his arms and you only jump a little bit when he kicks his bedroom door open. You notice how the sheets and blankets are ruffled like they hadn’t been washed in weeks, the used tissues littering the floor catching your eye before he gently lays you down.
"I’m sorry about the mess, I wasn’t expecting you to come back wi-“
"Come here,” Your voice is quiet and hands soft as you pull him down on top of you, your legs spread around his hips so your bodies slot together like puzzle pieces. His mouth covers yours while his fingers pull at your clothing, peeling the garments off until you’re bare beneath him.
"God, I forgot how beautiful you are,“ He trails kisses down your neck and you tilt your head back to give him better access, quiet moan leaving your lips.
"Jae,"
"I know, I want to go slow though baby, missed you so much,” His lips still grazing over your neck, his hand travels down to stroke over your thigh, pinning your knee to his hip. His fingertips dance their way between your legs to slide over your slick folds, his deep groan vibrating against your throat.
“Wet, so wet, I can’t wait to be inside of you,” He uses two fingers to circle around your clit, adding the slightest pressure to make your head spin. You tangle one hand into his hair and latch your nails into his shoulder with the other. His same two fingers, now slick with your warm wetness, press against your entrance, slowly disappearing inside of you until he’s buried up to the knuckle.
“Mmm,” He nuzzles his face into your neck the same time he moves his hand, languidly pushing in and pulling back out. Your pussy squelches with every thrust of his fingers and you shamelessly throw your head back to moan when the curls them up in just the right way.
Your grip tightens in his hair and he groans from his throat, his fingers wiggling with the struggle to reach deeper. You push your hips up and he almost growls.
"You’ll be patient or I won’t let you come,“
You nod, too breathless to form an actual response.
"Good girl. Still so good for me, so obedient,” He nips a line along your collarbones, hand slamming into you with a newfound roughness. It takes your breath away when he massages your sensitive walls, rubbing in all the right places to make you squirm. After a desperate whimper, he’s pulling out and wiping his hands into the sheets.
“I would’ve gone longer but my dick is crying to be inside of you,” His hands hook beneath your knees and bend them up and out, spreading you open so beautifully before him he has to take a second to admire. You whine out his name and his smiles fondly.
"I love you,“ He makes sure you know it by murmuring it once more before he lines himself up and presses in. He sinks himself further in, inch by inch and despite wanting to grab him and pull him forward, you wait for him to take his time.
"God, fuck,” He breathes out profanities while swiveling his hips, his body leaning over yours to kiss you. He mumbles incoherent nothing’s in between sticky kisses, his eyes full of love and adoration when he looked at you. You cup his cheeks when he begins to thrust properly into you, pace still slow but he pretends as if nothing changed, planting soft pecks to your swollen lips.
A moan interrupts him and he’s force to pull away and sit up, hands curling into the sheet by your sides as his hips roll into you faster. You could feel his hard cock twitch everytime he pulled out and your walls tried bringing him back in by tightening around him, shuddering gasps falling from his lips above you. His thumbs are rubbing patterns into your skin as he changes his pace, speeding up his thrusts while at the same time angling them upwards.
You let out an accidental cry and he finds it safe to loudly moan, head dropping so his chin is tucked into his chest. Your body rocked with his every move and you felt fuzzy all over with how deep he was managing to reach. Jaebum was so much better than your current boyfriend, who wouldn’t pay attention to you at all during any intimate moments and would only worry about himself.
He was great, you loved his daughter, but they weren’t Jae. Jae’s hand slips down and his thumb presses to your clit, quickly rubbing you and making you inhale sharply.
“Fuck, Jae,” Your back arches and he thrusts hard into you, moans following after your every whimper of his name.
You move your hips with his and the pleasure only heightens, curse dropping from his tongue in the form of a grunt and suddenly both of your releases are washing over you. Your body trembles and his stiffens up, your loud noises mixing together as he presses himself in deep so you can feel his release fill you up.
Jaebum’s sweaty body collapses down on top of you and you groan at his weight but don’t mention for him to get off. You wrap your arms around his damp back and he holds onto you as he rolls over, pulling you so you’re on top instead. He grabs the blanket and drapes it over your exposed lower half, leaving your back bare so he can run his nails along your spine.
It’s quiet for a long time, Jaebum’s kisses to your temple distracting you from the boyfriend and kid you had waiting at home for you. You lift your head up and prop your chin onto your folded hands over his chest. He smiles at you and moves your hair out of your face.
"You’re staying right? Till the morning at least?“ You squint your eyes and pretend to be thinking about it, when in reality you weren’t planning on ever leaving him again. Your whisper pulls out the beautiful laugh of his you haven’t heard in too long. "Only if you order some Chinese food."
A choking sound echoes from the backroom, followed by a loud clank of dishes and Seokjin doesn’t need to take a look to know it was Jungkook, knew the vampire smelt you as you approached the coffee shop and knew your scent only grew stronger when you pulled the door open and wind followed you in, wafting the lobby with the sweet smell of you. Your flowery perfume easily overrode the bitter stench of beans and Seokjin himself had the pleasure of catching a small whiff of the incredibly addicting fragrance.
Instead of making your way up to the counter, you keep your eyes glued to the shattered screen of your phone as you blindly stumble for the closest table positioned by the freshly-cleaned window.
Seokjin sighs and carefully places down the cup he was drying, drapes the cloth next to it and shoves at the swinging door to the back kitchen. He finds Jungkook standing over the coffee machines, the technology beeping loudly as every wrong button is pushed.
“Jungkook, what the hell,”
Seokjin stomps over and grabs the teenager’s wrists together, pins them against the taller boy’s chest and forces him to take a step back.
“What are you doing?”
“I need a fucking distraction Seokjin, she-“
Jungkook flinches when the hard thump of Seokjin’s finger flicks against his forehead. He frowns and rubs the spot, despite feeling no pain.
“Hey,”
“Watch your language,”
Seokjin scolds and in turn Jungkook huffs in annoyance, decides to ignore him.
“She smells like… like rain?”
Seokjin peeks at the confused boy out of the corner of his eye, watches him rip his beanie off and scratch at his head before slipping it back on.
“Is it raining outside? She smells like rain, I smell rain and flowers and, what is that; ink? Day old ink, Seokjin, what am I smelling right now?”
“Can you wait her already? She’s been sitting too long, stop looking for a useless distraction from her and just go,”
Jungkook’s eyes widen in horror.
“Be her waiter?”
“What the hell did you do to my machine?”
Seokjin taps on the top of the coffee maker and gets an angry screech in response. He takes a deep calming breath, turning to a panicking Jungkook.
“Get out of my kitchen before I beat you. Go, go,”
Jungkook was more than strong enough to resist but he lets Seokjin throw him out anyway, long legs tangling together and causing him to fall to the tiled floor behind the counter. He quickly pops up, clears his throat out of embarrassment and locates you at the front of the store. His mouth immediately goes cotton dry, mind fuzzy and chest stiff at the sight of the tight fitting dress you wore. It was midnight black and squeezed at your every curve, heeled boots the same color reaching up a few inches below the hemline, right above your knees to teasingly leave an inch or two of glowing skin to his eye.
Your legs were crossed and bouncing beneath the table and your face was nearly fully buried into the magazine clutched in your hand. His heart skips a beat and thumps against his ribcage, causing him to suck down a painful breath before forcing himself to swirl around the counter and trips over his shoes on his way over to you.
“Y-Y/n?”
He curses himself in his head multiple times for stuttering. He was with you for hours yesterday but he was finding it difficult to speak to you. Especially with the way your dress dipped so low in the front and placed your breasts on display as he stood over you. He nearly choked again when you looked up at him, your expression brightening at the familiar face.
“Jungkook? Hey!”
He smiles shyly and looks down at his red leather Nikes.
“Hi,”
The sound of you swiftly closing your magazine snaps his gaze back up. You smile brightly and prop your chin on your hand.
“What’re you doing here? Do you work here?”
“What? No, no. Seokjin-”
“Your dad’s friend,”
He tries stopping the warmth from spreading through him at the fact that you remembered.
“Yeah uh, he owns it, I was just… um… hanging… out and,”
He bites his lip and you tilt your head.
“Saw me?”
He nods sheepishly.
“Am I interrupting?”
You jump to clear your other books out of the way, gesturing towards the seat across from you.
“No! Sit, please,”
Jungkook looks around first.
“Do you want a drink? I can have Seokjin make you something,”
You purse your lips in thought before reciting a request to him. When he turns and shouts your order loudly over his shoulder, you can’t hide the giggles that leave your mouth. He spins to you again with wide eyes and the corners of his lips turn up slightly when he sees your hands over your face, shoulders shaking with your laugh. Your eyes were sparkling and he thinks he better take that offered seat now before his knees gave out on him. He slips into the chair and quickly looks out the window at the sunrise to avoid eye contact with you, follows the raindrop trails as they slide down the glass pane.
“Isn’t it supposed to be hot today?”
“Hmm,”
You gain his attention and you nod at his top; another thick sweatshirt like the day before but this time pure white and greatly oversized, looking like it belonged to his father. He wore a matching white beanie and some black torn jeans, not the typical outfit for this time in the early months of summer.
“Oh, right yeah. I just, I’m allergic… to… the sun,”
He sees fearful realization flash in your eyes for a brief second before you mask it with interest.
“Really? Wow, that must be awful,”
“It’s a burden,”
He sighs, shifting in his seat.
“Staying so covered up all the time,”
He trails off and you chew on your bottom lip, your tongue briefly making an appearance before your mouth opens. He waits for you to say something but your lips press together again, your hands slowly reaching for your magazine.
“Can I get your opinion on something?”
“Of course,”
Jungkook replies without missing a beat, sits up straighter and leans his elbows on the tables surface.
“So I’m looking for an apartment right,”
His eyes rise from the book to your face, his jaw clenching uncomfortably. A war is fought in his eyes, blue threatening to shine through but sharp nails cutting into his palms due to his clenched fists bring him back.
“Okay,”
“And I just don’t know if this is a nice enough place or not like, I’m having mixed feelings about a couple of different things,”
You flip the pages in your pamphlet until you land upon an ad for an apartment for rent in town. Many colorful pictures tagged with captions decorated the sheets and you place the book down, spin it around and slide it towards Jungkook.
“I love how spacious the living room is, the wood floors are great, the giant floor to ceiling windows leading out to the balcony are perfect too, but I feel like the walls being brick like, brings the charm down I guess?”
Jungkook looks at the picture your manicured finger was pointing towards and tilts his head.
“I think,”
You look up at him in anticipation and he takes a breath.
“Honestly, I think the brick wall brings the charm up, not down,”
“Wait, really?”
You gasp and take a second look at the photo. Jungkook hesitates, wondering if hanging out twice was enough for him to take certain actions. He goes against his brain screaming at him to hold back and carefully moves your hand so he can face the magazine towards you. Thankfully, you don’t even flinch when his cold fingers make contact with your own but the spark that passes from you to him has him yanking away all too fast.
“Look at the brick colors, they’re so light and sandy colored with the occasional dark block, plus with the flooring being that deep cherry wood, soft beige furniture, maybe almost white, would look incredible,”
When he looks up, you’re staring at him with slightly widened eyes, admiration there but so small even he couldn’t detect it.
“Are you a secret designer?”
You tentatively ask and it earns you an embarrassed chuckle and a glimpse of rose dusted cheeks.
“No, no. Seokjin’s sort of a freak about that stuff, I’ve picked up a few things,”
“I heard that,”
Jungkook and you both jump at the unexpected third party, simultaneously glancing up and sheepishly taking in Seokjin’s unamused expression.
“I didn’t mean it badly,”
“Sure,”
He quirks his eyebrow and slides your freshly made drink in front of you with a contagious smile, gentle hand squeezing your shoulder in a friendly way.
“Enjoy,”
“Thank you,”
He shoots a pointed look at the teenager perched in front of you before he makes his way back over to the counter to help another costumer. You stare after him for a moment and Jungkook uncomfortably clears his throat, causing your dazed attention to snap to him.
“Have a crush on him?”
“What? No,”
You take one last glance.
“He’s just, he’s intimidatingly attractive, and he’s hard to look away from,”
You shyly admit, swallowing thickly the same time Jungkook does.
“Oh,”
“Is your entire family like that?”
He pokes at the inside of his cheek with his tongue, looks outside to look over the morning bustle.
“All of my brothers are very handsome, my father too,”
You whine.
“Remind me to never meet them,”
Jungkook watches you wipe your hands over your face out of the corner of his eye.
“Why’s that?”
Your palms loudly smack onto the smooth tables surface and you puff out air.
“Because if they look anything like him, or like you for that matter, holy shit,”
He turns to you fully.
“Are you calling me attractive?”
“Fuck yes,”
Your eyes grow dramatically.
“Wait no, oh god. I am so sorry; I didn’t mean to blurt that out,”
He purses his lips and shakes his head to dismiss you, drumming his fingers along the edge of the book. You follow his sight to his dancing knuckles.
“Right, the apartment,”
You take a deep breath before changing the page, thankful for the distraction.
“This other one is a lot smaller but it’s nicer, it also has the wood floors, the um, only one big window and the walls are normal in this one too but the building it’s in has a pool on the roof. Which I think is pretty neat,”
Your voice fades off to silence as Jungkook loses himself in the thought of you in a swimsuit, the image popping up in his mind. He thinks you’d look best in something red or pale blue, maybe black because the dark color looked absolutely stunning on you. He knew anything you wore would leave him speechless but before he could explore any other options, your voice breaks through his reality barrier.
“Jungkook,”
“Hmm,”
He sucks his lips into his mouth and pretends he was paying attention the whole time.
“Your thoughts on this one?”
He unfolds his arms from under his chin and lays them out flat to frame the sides of the small table, his eyebrows drawing in as you push the ad closer. You copy his actions and stretch your arms out on the insides of his, your skin brushing up against the soft fabric of his hoodie sleeves. He looks over your touching limbs and hides his smile by coughing, his hand flipping the magazine back to you.
“Well, you’re right about the substantial size difference,”
You glare down at the pictures.
“But there’s a pool,”
He nods in confirmation.
“But there’s a pool,”
You take the first drink out of your cup and greedily swallow it down, loving the way it splashed on your taste buds and left a sweet caramel aftertaste.
“Mm,”
“Good?”
Jungkook wonders aloud and you push the cup over to him without removing your eyes from the paper, your arm returning to its place against his. He lifts the mug and takes the smallest sip, the human liquid almost burning his tongue and making him jerk away from the dull taste. He quickly pushes it back over to you in disgust, lips smacking.
“I like this last one,”
You comment quietly, tracing your finger over the new photos he hasn’t looked at yet. You swirl the book around and move it closer to him, eyes trailing up to gage his reaction.
“This one..?”
He trails off, glancing up from behind his long thick lashes.
“Oh, this one is bigger than both of the last two. It has a second floor, an open second floor and from there I believe there’s access to the roof but not only that, it still has my cute windows and your brick walls and there’s actually a hot tub out on the balcony I think, wait,”
You lean forward and Jungkook’s airway closes up when the edge of the table pulls the front of your dress further down than it already was. Instead of staring, he turns away and looks at Seokjin, watches him smile and laugh with the costumers. To Jungkook it looked a lot like flirting and he’s surprised his dad hasn’t shown up to tear the place apart yet.
“Yes I was right, see,”
Jungkook turns back to you, eyes falling upon your exposed chest first before going lower to where you were pointing out a picture of a Jacuzzi.
“Do you like hot tubs?”
Your eyes flick up to his face for a second, thinking he’s just playing with you but when you see how serious he is you do a double take. You raise your eyebrow and lean back, prop your head up on your hand and in response Jungkook leans closer and does the same.
“Well?”
“Why?”
You ask, trying not to smirk at his obvious interest.
“Do you like hot tubs, Jungkook?”
“Me? Hmm,”
Cracking a smile, you scoff a laugh out beneath your breath; shake your head as he pretends to think about your question.
“It depends,”
This time you lean close too, squint at him when he replies. He looks over your face then meets your eyes.
“On?”
“On, who I’m spending time with, because you see, if I’m with my brothers or dad, seeing them in nothing but shorts wouldn’t be my idea of a good time, but if I was with… let’s say,”
“Me?”
You offer yourself up and he’s genuinely surprised for two seconds. He quickly regains his composure and nods.
“You,”
He repeats quietly, biting his lip. The way his eyes drag from your head down to your chest doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Probably’d like it a lot more,”
Your body gets hot at that, feels like somebody’s lit a fire beneath your chair and you try to hold off your smile as long as possible, but you break and drop your head to the table to hide it, curling your arms around you as a barrier while your shoulders shook. You shoot back up and lightly smack him on his hand.
“Stop flirting!”
He can’t contain his own wide grin, his head shaking.
“Not flirting,”
“Liar,”
You run your hands over your warm face after whispering; willing the redness you know was there to disappear. You pick at the clumps of mascara on your eyelashes to avoid eye contact, cheeks still embarrassingly pink and flattered smile present.
“I hate you,”
Your voice is quiet, gentle and obviously playful. You drop your arm and lick your lips when you look at his smug face.
“You don’t hate me,”
You take a deep breath and let it out in a sigh, watching your arms slot together the way they were before and Jungkook’s very large hands wrap around the sides so his thumbs can comfortingly smooth between the creases of where your elbows bent.
“I don’t,”
You admit quietly and he gets a pleasant warmth bomb going off in his chest because of it. It’s his turn to be flattered and his gaze bounces around the shop again before landing upon you. You puff your cheeks out and look over the different shades of brown in his dark irises.
“Your eyes are very pretty,”
You compliment him and you could hear his swallow with how thick it was.
“Thank you,”
Neither of your voices exceed a whisper for reasons unknown, the sounds of clanking coffee cups and quiet conversations, beeping machines and the crunching of paper as newspapers are opened and flipped through, even the muffled noises of the early morning traffic outside dulled down around you both and blended together into silence.
Jungkook felt pain when you looked at him the way you were, mapping out his features with a strange interest. You wanted to comment on how full and pink his lips were, how nice they looked shining under the lights whenever he licked them, how erotic and suggestive he looked when his eyes were half-lidded like that, staring right at you like he would pounce on you in any second if you two weren’t in public, but nothing would come out. Your throat was dry and your drink was right there, but you couldn’t find it in you to reach for it to take a refreshing sip, soothe the scratch that tickled. You couldn’t find the strength in you to pull away from his touch.
Your phone blares and you jump in shock, Jungkook quickly yanking his arms back like you two were caught kissing at a time you shouldn’t have been.
“Sorry,”
You quickly answer your call and even though Jungkook can hear that it’s your boyfriend he pretends he can’t, scratches at the table laminate as a distraction from taking your phone and tossing it to the bottom of the ocean just so he doesn’t have to listen to Mark’s voice.
“Why do you keep doing this Mark? You can’t keep hiding if you’re-”
It seems like you’re cut off because you stop suddenly, tap your nails impatiently.
“Um no, I’m trying to see you as much as possible but you keep-”
You sigh deeply, your fingers rubbing circles into your temple.
“Mark, this is for you, we should be going together,”
Your voice is lower now; Jungkook can tell you’ve had enough of whatever your boyfriend was saying to you. Your eyes were closed and you rest your forehead in the palm of your hand.
“You’re the one who wanted to move, not me. This is your doing and you’re making me go alone? What are you doing right now that you can’t come? Are you with those damn boys again? In fact, are they the reason you haven’t been home all week?”
It is a few seconds of yelling on the other end.
“No! We’re having this conversation no- Mark?”
Your eyebrows scrunch and you glance at your phone screen before pressing it back against your ear.
“Mark? Holy shit he didn’t,”
You throw the device down in frustration and Jungkook stops it from sliding off of the table, slides it safely to the center while you exasperatedly rake your fingers through your hair.
“I swear to fucking God,”
You mutter to yourself, hiding your face so you don’t scream at the top of your lungs with so many people around. Jungkook frowns and sizes up your tense shoulders.
“Is everything… okay..?”
“Yeah,”
You quietly lie to him, hands dropping and revealing your face. Jungkook knows you’re lying, is trying to refrain from reading your mind and figuring out the problem himself. He respected you and wanted you to trust him, invading your thoughts wouldn’t gain that for him.
“Actually no,”
He acts on impulse, drops his arm and lays his hand up flat in innocent invitation. You notice it and the corner of your lips turn up slightly, but you don’t fully smile. You place your hand on top of his and allow his fingers to curl around yours, his hand completely swallowing your smaller one whole. His thumb gently traces over the curves of your knuckles and you train your eyes on the flashy watch strapped around his wrist so the upcoming conversation doesn’t sound as pathetic as it seems. You looked like you were about to cry and that was enough for Jungkook to want Mark’s head on a stick.
“My boyfriend, he’s been so distant lately. I don’t think it’s another girl or anything because he is so damn troubled, nobody else would know how to deal with him but his friends and me. It seems like they’re all that matter all of the sudden? He’s never home anymore and he has me do all of this stuff for him and it’s not like I mind doing things for him, it’s fine, but it wouldn’t hurt to thank me every once in a while,”
Jungkook squeezes your hand to urge you to continue.
“I’m sorry for whining to you about my problems, he just frustrates me so damn much sometimes. I swear he’s going to break up with me; that’s what happens when you guys act distant right? You make us resent you before you leave so you don’t-”
“Hey,”
Jungkook’s voice is soft and you look up, almost burst into tears right there at his genuine concern; all of it for you.
“Jesus I’m sorry,”
You shake your head and try pulling your hand away, but he just grasps onto your wrist instead.
“We’ve just met yesterday and I’m asking you about apartments and crying to you about my boyfriend, what the hell is wrong with me?”
“Do you have anywhere to be? Can we go for a walk?”
When you don’t look up from your lap, fiery feud going on in your mind, he reaches across the table and carefully knocks a finger beneath your chin, forcing you to tilt your head up and meet his gaze.
“It will make you feel better, please,”
You blink, nodding slowly and he releases you to grab your phone and magazines, stands up and waits for you to lift your purse by your feet to join him. He pushes the door open for you and you both walk out into the foggy morning but Jungkook’s arm stops you from going any further than a foot from the entrance. You squint up at him, curiously watching him tug his beanie off and offer it to you.
“Here,”
“What-”
“So your hair doesn’t get wet,”
You wave your hands, sweet as the gesture is.
“Oh, Jungkook,”
When you don’t take the hat he places it on your head for you, makes sure the ends are folded over the tips of your ears to keep them warm beneath thick material. He crouches down to meet your height while he looks over his work, his face only a few inches from your own as he tucks a stray hair or two up into the hem and out of your face.
“There,”
He stands up straight and nods proudly, pointing at you.
“If you take it off I’ll bite you,”
The threat seems harmless enough but you can’t help but to think about it as you merge into the massive race of business people. There’s a hand as light as a feather falling upon your shoulder, abducting your attention away from the damp sidewalk.
“I was only kidding,”
Jungkook assures you gently and you nod. You knew that. His hand moves to your other shoulder, his arm firmly wrapping around you and drawing you into his side when a shiver noticeably wiggles your spine. He was cold but his jacket wasn’t and you find yourself pressing further beneath his cozy arm.
“Jungkook,”
“Hmm,”
You lick your lips and lean closer, feeling nothing but care and warmth from his touches, security and safety. Things you haven’t felt in a long time.
“I just,”
He doesn’t force you to spit out whatever it was you were trying to say, stays out of your head and gives you the chance to tell him yourself.
“I’m just glad I ran into you yesterday, I like having you around. I like,”
“Me,”
“Huh?”
“You like me,”
Jungkook finishes your sentence and you look up at him, thinking about his answer for a second. You snuggle back underneath his arm.
“Yeah,”
You settle for nodding, your mind not focused on how problematic your boyfriend was for once.
“Yeah, I like you,”
You feel a squeeze on your shoulder, a calming massage to say ‘I know’. The gesture encourages you to gain enough courage to ask your next question.
“Jungkook, do you have to be home anytime soon?”
“Um,”
He hums right by your ear while he thought.
“I don’t think so. Not for a bit, why,”
You don’t reply and he tilts his head in front of your gaze, smiling at you.
“Why’d you ask?”
You shake your head and he laughs.
“You asked for a reason, come on. Just tell me what’s up,”
“I don’t want to go look at these places alone,”
You pull out of his hold and he stops walking when you do. His face twists up in worry, his hand reaching out for you a few feet away from him.
“Are you-“
“Please come with me,”
You blurt out, tone laced with a certain desperateness you disliked. Your hands wring together as you nervously await his response. Maybe he’d think you were weird, you just met yesterday and now you were asking him to search for a house with you? It could be considered creepy but you hoped he felt as comfortable with you as you did with him already in the small amount of time spent together.
When he doesn’t say anything your heart races and you feel like you need to explain yourself.
“I just, Mark is out of town and being alone for this kind of stuff sucks you know?”
You trail off quietly, catching onto your own rambling. Jungkook was just staring at you and you didn’t know what he was thinking. But then he’s smiling at and relief is flooding through you.
Anonymous : Could you do a Got7 reaction where their S/o has a British accent that switches to American and back to British while she speaks?
A/N : this is my first reaction and first got7 request !! y’all should know that got7 is my ult group so i’m hoping i’m as accurate as possible i wanted to add gifs but i still haven’t figured out how to post more than 3 someone help !!!!! anyway enjoy ehe
tee xx
Mark : he’s claimed before that he likes british accents so he’d love listening to you talk and pronounce things differently to him. But when you slip a word in american he’d laugh and teasingly accuse you of trying to copy him
Jaebum : tbh this guy would be a sucker for you . he’d love hearing your accent just because it’s different and he’d especially love it when you spoke korean and your accent was clear. i don’t think he’d really notice if you switched accent and you’d have to tell him then he’d ask how it’s said with a british accent.
jackson : oh my god he would be the most extra about your accent. if you said anything he’d mimic you and squeal exclaiming just how adorable you are. he would always try to speak in a british accent too which would make you cringe and make him pout. if you said something in an american accent he would say he had a better american accent and show you the right way to say it.
jinyoung : he would love your britihs accent so much !! he would find it sophisticated and he’d just like listening to it. he’d get jokingly sassy if you said something in an american accent and tell you you were hanging out with mark too much and couldn’t even get his accent right.
youngjae :this sunshine would see the change in expression whe you said something in an american accent and would just start laughing. he would adore your british accent but love when you switch just because he loved the face you made.
bambam : king of being extra, he would always exaggerate when copying your accent even though he loved it. if you said something with an american accent he would definitely copy you and make fun of the way you said it earning a pout or smack on the arm.
yugyeom : he would always try to speak to you in english because he wants to get better at it . he’d also try to speak in a british accent because he believe he’s good at it and it makes him look good. he’d like when you spoke in an american accent tho because he’s into america and would just like to hear the accent.
Anonymous: Got7 reaction to their s/o not wanting them to pick them up because she thinks she’s 2chubby and might hurt them
A/N: This is actually my first time doing a reaction so i hope it doesn't suck too much.
Mark: Mark is a really quite person, he tends to keep to himself a lot. So it wound’t be much of a difference in this situation. He’s be a bit mopey and would tell you how silly you are and continued to pick you up and be cuddly, he isn’t really good with words so you’d definitely feel his love through his actions. But if you continued with the worry, he’s mood would probably drop 100%. He’d feel like its his fault for not reminding you everyday of how beautiful you are. Would probably do anything it takes to make you feel good about yourself, and you don’t have to worry about yourself cause you are absolutely beautiful..
Jackson: He’d scoff at your silly worry and will continue to make jokes and carrying you, but once he sees the look of uneasiness, his mood will change. He’s be serious and will probably sit you down, making you tell him why you thought that way. Anger obviously radiating of him as he listens to all reasons as to why you feel that way. He would try to calm down, tying not to show you how angry he felt cause of this, since he knew it’ll make you feel just as bad. He would show you just how much he loves you and your body. And if you still feel uneasy, he would write 100 reasons as to why you’re perfect. Until you smile again..
Youngjae: He’d highkey be so confused. He’d be asking all kinds of questions on why’d you think you’ll hurt him. He’d tell you that he loves picking you up and that it maid him feel really bad that you think like that. I think he would start to make types of jokes and puns just to make you laugh and get your mind of the negative stuff. He would cuddle you and eat all kinds of sweats with you, making sure you were happy with yourself, and telling you that he loves everything about, and loves carry you in his arms.
Jaebum: I feel like he would react the same as Jackson, but he’d be more calm. Taking your hand in is and sitting you down, asking why you would ever say something like that. He’d cut you half way, to angered at your silly thoughts of yourself. He’s pull you into a hug, not saying much, but he’d definitely make you feel his love. kissing your head lovingly and telling you that you are perfect. He’d give you kisses in places you felt most insecure. leaving loving messages before each kiss. But if you really had a problem with your weigh, he’d offer you to go to the gym with him, although he’d tel you that you didn’t need it.
BamBam: He’d go along with it, taking your remark as a joke. But as soon as he saw your face fall he’d start apologizing and hugging you as you bury your head in his chest. He’d rub your back, telling you that you shouldn’t feel that way. He would kiss your temple, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, also whispering dumb jokes or embarrassing moments of the members to make you laugh and happy again. He’d for sure be more careful next time cause he doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, but will always remind you of how precious you are to him.
Jinyoung: As soon as he picked you up, and felt you tense he’d know right away. Unlike the other members, he’d be straight up and tell you he truth. He would still be holding you in his arms, tightening his grip on you as he gave a stern look. He’d tell you that you are perfect and loves the size of your body, oves holding you to him and feeling it pressed against him. He would kiss your neck softly, not letting you go, telling you that his savoring the feeling of your beautiful body pressed against his, making you blush ad smile.
(best gif ever istfg)
Yugyeom: He’d be just as devastated and sad. He’d slowly let go of you and look at you with concern in his eyes. He wouldn’t ask any questions and just sit next to you. He’d rap his arms around you and kiss your head. After a while comfortable silence, he’d tell you that you were the most beautiful human being that he has ever laid eyes on. Telling you that he loved carrying you, cause it made him feel like the ultimate boyfriend. He’d tell you that he wouldn’t change your weigh for the world cause you were just so perfect to him.
A/N I hope you enjoyed this little reaction and please don’t ever think less of yourself. Cause you are beautiful just the way you are, don’t let society’s standards bring you down, cause you are unique in your own way. Nothing wrong with that.
Hi guys !! i’ve not been able to answer your requests for ages cos i had exams ugh. but guess who’s now free for 3 months ?!?? yep me so feel free to request as much as you want and fill my time up. tee
hey guys !! so i’m the new admin and i thought i should introduce myself. okay well i’m tee, i’m 18 years old and i’m from england. i love to read and write like seriously i have a really big imagination. i also love to dance, i’m always dancing. my ult groups are got7 and seventeen and my ult is jinyoung but i stan a lot of other groups too. anyway i hope you enjoy my writing and send in lots of requests !!
warningsreader dealing with body issues, jaebeom being best boy, slight nudity ( i guess ), and this is just comfort ,, for me at least lol
genre fluff, comfort
word count0.4k
inspirationn/a
synopsis jaebeom always knows the right thing(s) to say, even if he doesn’t really say it…
author’s note disclaimer! to be clear i stopped writing for kpop this september. but my main writing outlet was wattpad where i have dozens pieces written. i decided the least i could do for you guys here is post my favorites! this being one of them, enjoy and thank you for everything!
After finishing the last stroke to the word beautiful you became stuck. You gazed at yourself in your body mirror, mind wracking for more positive words to mark on your body. Your attention soon slipped to your thighs, looking more full than usual as you sat on your back legs. The words gorgeous and cute adorning them. A troubled sigh left you.
Your plan wasn’t working out right. You were hoping you’d have more confidence and more words. But you were falling short and starting to feel worse about yourself. Clicking your tongue in defeat, you reached for your marker top beside you.
Eyes catching a glimpse of a lean figure in your doorway, you jumped. Thankfully, that lean figure belonged to your boyfriend. Someone who has seen you this bare.
You giggled, blood rushing your cheeks as you started to feel bashful. Jaebeom chuckled at your smile that he recognized oh so well. “How long have you been standing there?” You questioned, connecting the top to the marker and shifting to sit fully on your carpet.
Jaebeom sighed, striding over to you. “Long enough to know you’ve been struggling with words for some reason…”
He plopped down right next to you, slipping the marker out of your hands with ease. “Why are you struggling with words?” His eyes running across the skin that had already been grazed with the marker.
You breathed out a weak laugh. “You know why…” Of course, Jaebeom knew why, he’s been there every time you needed a chest to cry into, every time you needed someone to hold your hand, every time you just needed someone to wipe your tears. He was there.
He never really knew what to say. Jaebeom just knew he hated seeing you so down about yourself and that he’d do anything to make you feel good. Anything to make you confident in yourself and your image.
“I-” Jaebeom inhaled deeply, words getting stuck in his throat.
“Here,” he popped open the marker and gingerly grabbed your wrist, turning it and then smoothly writing on your forearm.
“Jae,” You sighed, a fond smile gracing your lips when you noticed the word he was writing.
As soon as it was down, he looked up at you. A starry, hopeful look in his eyes. Obviously hoping he had done the right thing.
You nodded, your eyes not getting enough of rereading the word worthy.
warnings proposal, mentions of marriage, engagement, and just bambam being a clown
genre fluff, comedy
word count0.7k
inspiration a tiktok but they had bought their gf animal crossing
synopsis in which bambam decides to document his purchase of your engagement ring
“Is this thing on?” Bambam asked as he fixed his phone to stay on the counter of his bathroom. Knowing that the camera was rolling he took a couple steps backwards.
“Hello ___— actually I don’t know if I’m going to show this to you yet. I mean, I should but— you know what, let me shut up.” He laughed his awkwardness off and proceeded to reach beyond the view of his phone to reveal a drawstring bag.
He shook the bag gently in front of the camera. It had the name of the ring place you two had stopped by a couple of weeks ago. Inside was a ring you were basing your whole life around but still said you didn’t want it just yet. Bambam knew you were lying. You were practically drooling over the ring.
So, he bought it.
And now he was preparing a way to present to you. Preparing a way to propose.
“Alright,” he inhaled deeply before pulling the strings back and pulling out the velvet box. “Whew.” Bambam bounced in his spot.
“Honestly, I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Bambam stopped bouncing, now coming to terms with reality. He was about to propose to you. Not hand you a ring pop or a promise ring but propose.
And then the next step were marriage rings.
It was scary, but he was easily more excited than scared. “___, we’re going to be engaged, can you believe it?” Bambam asked the camera as if you were there to answer.
He opened the box to admire the ring. “Yea, me neither…” Bambam smiled as he pictured your reaction. He could already see it clearly. He was going to propose, you were going to be shocked and say the ring was too expensive and that he should take it back, with some reassurance you’d say yes and then you two would be engaged.
“Now, what I’m documenting this for. How the hell am I going to give this to you?” Bambam closed the velvet box before running a hand throughout his hair.
“Maybe I should do it the traditional way, you know?” He said, getting on one knee and opening the box for the video.
“Nah,” he shook his head and got back to his feet. Pondering a cooler way to give it to you.
Bambam burst out laughing at the idea that popped up in his head. “Yo, what if I just threw it at you and ran away?”
“That’s mean. I could just hand it to you smoothly— like— hold on—” Bambam positioned himself into a “cool” stance and turned away from the camera momentarily.
He turned back to the camera. “Wanna get married?” He said in a nonchalant tone. He was about to crack up at his cringe worthy antics before the door to the bathroom had opened.
“Hey, Bam, we ran out of—” You entered the bathroom to see your boyfriend stock still with a ring box in his hand. Your eyes widened and you gripped the door, an anxious feeling now bubbling in your stomach.
“Baby,” Bambam drawled, rushing to stop his phone recording and dropping the box in the process.
“Shit!” He picked up the box, looking up at you. Coincidentally, on one knee. Bambam realized when you gasped and he had to gasp as well.
“Damn it,” Bambam whined, being forced to propose to you the traditional way. “I wanted to do something cooler, but, ___,”
You breathed out a laugh. “Like what? Throw it at me?” You took a few steps closer.
“Exactly!” He exclaimed, opening the ring box to reveal the beautiful ring you had grown to love.
Your jaw dropped in disbelief. “You didn’t,”
“But I did,” Bambam wiggled his eyebrows.
You laughed. Hands flying to cover your face as your heart began to flutter. “Bambam, what the hell?” You kept laughing to hide the fact you were getting emotional.
“I’m not taking the ring back, alright?”
“But I can't—” You tried to argue like he knew you would.
“Nope, none of that. Now listen, I know proposing to you in our bathroom isn’t really ideal,” he said while taking a quick glance around the bathroom.
“Like at all. But I just want you to know I love you and that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So, ___, will you marry me?”
Before any tears could fall you rushed to answer. “Of course I will!”
“Amazing, my knee was starting to hurt,” Bambam groaned as he stood from his kneel. You swatted his chest and he took that hand to slip your engagement ring on it.
synopsis while moving in, you encounter a box you swore you would avoid
You let out a huff of exhaustion before bending down you open another box. You and your boyfriend, Drew, were halfway through them thankfully. You don’t understand why he didn’t let the moving people help more, something about you two spending more quality time together or something. In the end, you didn’t mind as much. It was nice to see your things again and it felt even better to arrange them to your liking.
Though, with this box you wished you had checked the labeling before pulling the flaps aside. You gasped audibly at the sight of the memorabilia that sat inside. It was Jackson’s box. The box you could’ve sworn you told Drew to take. But now you had it.
You sighed, finding your way to the wood floor of your new bedroom. Pulling the box closer to you and peering inside. An immediate smile found your face when you saw all the framed pictures of either him or you both. Out of habit, your hand reached inside for your favorite framed one of them all.
It was the last picture you two had taken together. You held it close to your heart.
While becoming mesmerized with it, you dusted some of the lint from off of the glass. Your thumb finding its way to rubbing over Jackson’s face was he gazed down at you. That dopey grin he always wore when he was happy plastered across his face. It started to turn your own fond smile downwards.
You missed him. And his dopey smile, and the laughter that soon came with that smile, and his warm hugs, his caring words were something you missed most of all. It made you sad all over again knowing you’d never get any of those things ever again. And it wasn’t just because you were with Drew now.
You sniffled before reaching into the box again. The frown on your face deepening when your fingers grazed the last “gift” Jackson had ever given you. It was a letter. And also the last few words he ever said to you. Drew made you pack it, while you argued throwing it away. It made you too distraught. But you still found yourself fishing it out and placing your favorite picture of you two aside.
‘To my love, ’ it read. Your lips were already quivering before you could even pull the actual letter out. With a sharp inhale, you did. You let out a small breath of laughter at the tear stains you had left on it around six months ago. The first and last time you had read it. Well, until now.
It took a couple of minutes before you fully got enough courage to let your eyes glaze across his neat handwriting and meaningful words. Every word made your heart beat faster, it felt like he was reading it to you himself. And that made you stop halfway through. And the fact you were getting fresh tears on the paper.
“___-” Drew came barging into your guy’s room but halted when he saw you in tears at the foot of the bed. He quickly noticed Jackson’s box and cursed under is breathe for leaving it in here with you.
“Hey, hey, I’m here,” he came to your side immeadiately and draped his arm around you. Gingerly removing the letter from your hands like it was some priceless artifact. You leaned into his shoulder for comfort.
Silence filled the room as your sobs started to subside and all that really came out of you were sniffles. “I’m sorry for not taking his box with me,” he apologized.
“It’s okay,” you cleared your throat and started to put away Jackson’s stuff.
“I can’t compete with him, can I?” Drew said all of a sudden. You laughed.
“I don’t think so.” You said softly, silently saying goodbye to Jackson as you closed his box back up.
warningschubby!reader, got7 all have children, reader has a child, reader is a bit insecure about their weight, mark has a crush, mark being a great father figure, fluff, bad date, and intense flirting at the end
genrefluff, suggestive, bfs2ls
word count1.5k
inspiration N/A
synopsisin which mark admits his attraction to you
you released a heavy sigh, your best friends all overflowing on your couch. “i’ve babysat all of your children. can’t you all do this one favor for me? the only one who has babysat melanie is jinyoung”
jinyoung nodded according to your statement. five of them chorused in groans and whines. “we all have plans tonight. spare us?” jackson pleaded, gripping youngjae’s hand.
you glared at him, “well i have plans too and it’s more important than regular, old partying. now,” you pulled out your secret weapon. signaling your daughter to come over from your loveseat.
melanie giddily stood by your side and the guys visibly cringed. they didn’t want to upset melanie and that’s exactly why she’s your secret weapon.
you tapped her full head of curls and pointed at the group in front of you both. smirking as they quivered and held onto each other for dear life. “pick who you want to babysit you bub”
melanie narrowed her eyes and tapped her chin. inquisitively eyeing her contestants, filling them with fright. her feet eventually moved towards east.
yugyeom pretended to pass out and the group collectively broke in laughter. but he wasn’t even her pick. melanie stopped at mark’s knees who clearly didn’t even know what was going on.
he placed his phone to the side and picked up the child, placing her on his lap.
“mark, do you even know what’s going on?” jackson stared at him in disbelief. mark pulled out his headphones, “huh?”
“looks like you have to babysit mel for the night, mark” you said. snickering when the other six let out sighs of relief.
“oh. okay” mark shrugged, smiling down at melanie.
“why did we have this whole dramatic scene if mark was willing to do it in the first place?” bambam exclaimed in shock.
you shrugged, “you’re all free to leave”
“so, i have to babysit because you’re going on a date?” mark questioned from your left, watching you struggle to keep up your towel and hold a dress at the same time.
“exactly” you said, handing the dress you had chosen to mark while you fixed your towel and grabbed the heels from by your closet door.
mark held the dress by it’s metal hanger and glanced into the dress section of your closet. spotting a dress that would look even more impressive on your frame. “i think that wine dress looks better” mark commented.
you looked at the dress he was referencing to and nodded. “i agree but it’s a bit tighter on me. wouldn’t want to turn him away with my chub” you laughed. but mark furrowed his eyebrows at you.
“you’re going to catfish him?” his eyes followed you as you walked over to dresser to fish out some fitting intimates.
“i wouldn’t call it— anyway, it’s probably not going to work out anyway so who cares” you shrugged.
mark nodded. “but if that’s the case just wear the dress”
you sighed and spared your persistent friend a glance to know that he had won. “fine”
“i’m ready!” mark heard while sliding another glove onto melanie’s arm. he stood up and grabbed her hand. “mommy’s ready”
“do i look like a princess uncle mark?” melanie questioned while they turned the corner from her room and into the main hallway.
“you look like a true princess, mel—” mark was saying until he saw you at the end of the hallway. he felt his heartbeat pick up and his palms get sweaty.
“ooooo! look at my little princess” you cooed at your daughter who raced to your side.
mark was at a loss for words. that dress fit you in all the right places. “so do you, ___” mark blurted whatever was on his mind. and that was that you belonged in somebody’s fairytale obviously.
you inhaled sharply and felt heat take over your cheeks. “thank you mark”
you grabbed melanie’s hand and mark hurried to fall suit behind the two you. “how’s junior?” you exited that detour of being flustered. remembering that mark is one of your best friend’s, not your date tonight.
“a pain in my— ahhhh—” mark realized who was also in the hallway with him.
melanie snorted, “you can curse, uncle mark. mommy does it all the time” she nonchalantly snitched on you, her mother.
mark looked at you in surprise. you all entered your kitchen and you turned around with an awkward smile.
“uhhh— force of habit?”
“right” mark chuckled. “i’ll make melanie some dinner”
“thank you” you sighed and sat at the island with your daughter.
“you’re not leaving right now?”
you shook your head, “the date is at seven. it’s only six—thirty, i don’t want to be too early”
mark shook his head. “does it really matter?”
“time is everything, mark. but i’ll leave right now i guess” you gathered your necessities and slid from the stool.
you placed a loving kiss to the crown of melanie’s head. “i’ll be back in a couple hours, lovebug. behave for uncle mark, okay?”
“of course, mommy” she smiled.
mark closed the oven which held dinosaur nuggets inside and followed you to the front door. he pulled you into a tight hug.
“have fun, okay? if this guy makes you feel bad i’ll beat him up” he quipped playfully. you giggled but nodded your head nonetheless.
mark pulled away but held your shoulders protectively. “and if there’s any trouble, call me”
“i promise, mark”
mark stared at the bourbon in his glass. having done everything he was required to do tonight. the last task was taken care of a whopping ten minutes ago. melanie was passed out in her tiana dress but she insisted to keep it on and mark wasn’t arguing with someone else’s child so he just let her sleep in it.
he grabbed the glass and took another sip. his mind unwinding a little bit more. but that soon vanished when he heard the front door open. the sound of heels and keys letting him know that it was just you.
you strolled into the kitchen with a stoic look on your face.
“oh, hey— was it not good?” mark began to greet you but then he saw your facial expression and frowned.
you huffed and sat on the stool closest to him on the right. eyeing his glass. “sucked ass”.
mark sighed, “elaborate”
“at first, it was fine. but then when i actually started to flirt he said he wasn’t into big women” you reached out for his glass and mark just let you have it with no hassle.
you downed what was left and placed it back on the island. “story of my fucking life”.
mark took the glass and refilled it. “you went on a date with a boy,” he gulped half of it. sliding the rest to you.
“a man would be able to appreciate a woman of your size” you began to chug what was left but choked when hearing the end of his sentence.
you stared at your friend with narrowed eyes. studying his words over and over again.
“what?” mark inquired.
“or maybe he just draws the line at fat” you replied.
mark shook his head. “you’re not fat, this is not fat” mark puts a hand on your stomach.
you looked down at his hand then back up at him. placing the glass in front of you. “then what is it?” you tested.
“love” he answered.
on cue, you became a flustered mess and threw your head back in laughter. “you’re so Goddamn cheesy”
mark gripped your love through your dress gently, “seriously, ___, there’s people who really love what you have to offer”
you snorted. “and they probably just have a fat fetish” you grumbled.
mark hummed and removed his hand from you, “or it’s a preference for their girl to have a bit of meat on their bones”
“let me ask, are you one of them?” you tilted your head. confused a bit to why mark was capping hard for your size.
“would it bother you if i was?” mark fired back boldly.
you bit your lip and glossed your eyes over him. meeting his eyes after, “hmm, i don’t know”
“why?” mark did the exact same thing.
“because, and i might be taking this the wrong way, but i’m catching a vibe that you just prefer me” you mumbled. scared if he was going to flat out reject you right now.
but to your surprise, “you’re taking it the right way then” mark said.
“are we flirting right now?” you thought out loud.
“is it working?” mark raised his eyebrows.
“very much” you licked your lips and straightened your posture.
“then yes, yes we are”
“would you like to stay the night?” you suggested.
“if it means i can show you how much i adore your ‘love’ and everything after then yes” that was it, that was the final straw. you slid from the stool and held out your hand for mark to take.
➟warnings: Please don’t do any further if you’re not old enough!
A little insecurity about body image. Jackson is a sex god that helps his shy friend learn to satisfy his girlfriend. And there is badly written smut :)
You barged into the apartment and slammed the door shut. Jay B eyed you as you huffed.
“Where is Jackson,” you demanded. Jay B pointed to Jackson’s room and turned his attention back to his book. You stormed past him and down the hall to the closed door. You swung the door open without knocking. Throwing yourself on his bed with extra dramatic flair, you groaned into the pillow.
I absolutely love this! I could write a 12 page essay on the benefits of being their gf and the wonders more stories like this–with them–would do for depression and stress. Like I am SHOOK and filled with love and adoration. I’m gonna cry. I swear on everything I own I will go nuts if I don’t find more jackjae x reader.
“We live in a society that likes to segregate its citizens with labels and prejudices,” the sociology professor started, making most of the students roll their eyes. “Even here, you have all sat down according to your ‘role.’” She pointed to the left. “Prey.” She pointed to the right. “Predator.” She smiled, as the students seemed to realize their own segregation. “So, I’m going to take matters in my own hands, in this classroom.” She took out a list of students, separated as predator and prey. “Since we are a sociology class, you will get to know the person I assign you to.”
i really hate doing this but i cleared my inbox once again because what i have in there i can’t think of anything and/or can’t write seven different scenarios because honestly with a lot of stuff they’ll act the same. here’s who i’ll write for right now:
You had been home with the baby for about two weeks now and finally, the three of you have settled into a comfortable routine. It was time for the baby’s nap, and there was nothing better than taking one yourself. YoungJae kissed your head and typed a quick reply to Jay B. With all the excitement of the birth and your anxiety about bringing the baby home, he asked the guys to let you settle in before they visit the first time. You had agreed earlier in the day to have them over.
A short time later there was a knock at the door. YoungJae rushed to the door, not wanting the sound to wake you or the baby. He quickly shushed the rowdy group of men before they entered the apartment.
“Come in,” he whispered, “They’re both sleeping.” Jay B held his arms out and held the others back.
“We can come back,” he told YoungJae, “We don’t want to disturb them. He gave a quick smile over YoungJae’s shoulder when he saw you shuffle into the room.
"Don’t be silly,” you said, laughing at the scare you gave YoungJae. “I’ve missed you guys. Besides, isn’t it time you met your nephew?” YoungJae rushed to your side and wrapped his arms around you.
“I thought you were sleeping,” he whispered into your hair.
“It’s almost time for him to eat,” you explained. He kissed your temple and turned to his friend’s again.
“Sit down guys,” he told everyone. He smiled as he saw all the gifts, flowers, and balloons brought for you and the baby. Sometimes he forgot how important you were to them too. You returned with a tiny baby wrapped in blue, and a warm bottle. Sitting next to your husband you adjusted the baby in your arms.
“Could I feed him,” BamBam asked shyly, “I don’t think I can wait any longer!” His legs jumped anxiously as he waited for you to respond.
“Have you done this before,” you asked. He shook his head and chewed his lip. “I’ll be fine, if YoungJae can handle it, you’ll be ok.” Your husband shot you a dirty look and mumbled under his breath that he does a good job. You stood and placed the baby in BamBam’s arms. “Here, make sure to support his head,” you moved his arms, “and make sure he doesn’t get much air from the bottle.”
“How are you guys doing,” Jay B asked, “I’m sure this is a BIG change.” He smiled as you took your seat next to YoungJae again. YoungJae wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled against your neck. “But it looks like you two are doing fine.”
“Things are very different,” you admitted, “but perfect.” You leaned into YoungJae. “To be honest I’m a little annoyed with that one,” you said pointing to the baby, “I mean, I carried him inside me for 9 months, freaking labor for 10 hours and I got 6 stitches! 6 stitches!” You rolled your eyes playfully and elbowed your husband, “And he has the audacity to come out looking just like his daddy.” Everyone laughed.
Just then the little one didn’t find your jokes funny. He stretched and started to cry. BamBam’s eyes grew large and began to panic. Before you could react, Jackson reached for the baby and rubbed his back to soothe him. You eyed him closely but relaxed when you remembered that Jackson was 100% daddy material. Hell, during your whole pregnancy he was basically your work husband. He made waited on you hand and foot. Everyone joked that they were surprised YoungJae became a dad before Jackson.
Mark stood and took the baby from Jackson. The little baby smiled and cooed at Mark when he made silly noises. He walked around the room making faces and giggling. He stopped in his tracks and looked at you, his nose scrunched up. “Um, Y/N,” he said, “I think he needs a new diaper.” He held the baby out a little further from his chest. JinYoung stood and held his hand out to you.
“I got it,” he said, “Where is his room?” You stood and motioned for him to follow you. JinYoung took the baby from Mark and followed you to the nursery. He smiled as he looked around the nursery. He felt like it was only days ago he helped paint and assemble the furniture. He laid the baby on the changing table and deftly changed the diaper. “You’re doing a great job, Y/N,” he said to you, smiling as he handed you the baby.
“Jae has been a big help,” you said sweetly, “I really couldn’t have done it without him.” You giggled blushing. Your son yawned and grunted. You looked toward to door when you heard a small knock. Yugyeom stood at the door and waved.
“I’ll leave you,” JinYoung said, placing his hand on your shoulder, “You guys are really relationship goals.” He walked out of the room, leaving you and Yugyeom.
“Sorry,” Yugyeom apologized, “I wanted to see him before he went back to sleep.” He smiled at the baby and then back to you. “Jae said he sleeps after he eats.”
“Come on, sit here,” you nodded to the rocking chair, “He is sleepy.” Yugyeom sat in the chair and you laughed at how the large man looked tiny in the chair. You placed the baby in his arms, making sure he was still swaddled tightly. He started to rock the baby gently as you tidied the room.
“He does look just like YoungJae,” Yugyeom laughed, “Such a shame.” You both laughed. He looked around the room and focused on the letters about the crib. “YoungHo,” he said thoughtfully, “That’s a good name.”
“I was afraid we would leave the hospital with no name,” you laughed. “Look at this,” you said, kneeling next to the chair. Yugyeom raised his brows and focused on you. You caressed the baby’s cheek with your finger gently, causing him to press his tiny lips into a pout, which caused Yugyeom to laugh out loud.
“Oh my gosh,” he laughed, “Jae makes that face when he sleeps too!” (Photo for adorable reference below) The baby stirred as the man holing him tried to control his laughter. You took the baby back into your arms and smiled.
“Yep,” you giggled, “I told you he had a lot of nerve.” Yugyeom brushed his hand over the baby’s head and kissed your cheek.
“I’m so happy for you,” he said, “ I really am.” You thanked him silently as he left, leaving you alone with the baby.
“It’s just me and you now, my little ray of sunshine,” you whispered, “Are you sleepy?” You rocked the baby side to side and patted him gently.
In the other room, YoungJae smiled as he heard you talk to his son on the baby monitor.
You started to hum and sing the baby to sleep. Not only did he look like his daddy, he liked to be sung to sleep.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you
Please don’t take my sunshine away
“Hey,” Jay B said to YoungJae, “She’s singing your song.”
“Yeah,” he smiled at Jay B, “He likes when she does that.”
The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping
I dreamt I held you in my arms
And now that you’re here My dreams are waking
And I will keep you from all harm
YoungJae tilted his head and leaned into the monitor. A small smile tugged at his lips. That was new, he never heard that part of the song. Jay B eyed him closely.
“Are you ok,” he asked his friend, placing a hand on his shoulder" YoungJae looked at him and smiled wider, his eyes a little watery.
“Yeah,” he said softly, “I um.” He trailed off, trying to find the right words. “She’s a natural. I can’t believe how lucky I am.” All the guys agreed. “Sometimes I feel really inadequate if I’m being honest.” He let out a shaky breath and looked at his friends.
“Look,” Jackson said, “I’m sure being a parent is scary, and hard. But you have Y/N, your family, and her family. You don’t have anything to worry about. You’re doing great.”
“Plus you have us,” Mark added.
“Yeah,” BamBam chimed in, “It takes a village to raise a baby.”
“Just so you know, Bam,” Jay B laughed, “You are our village idiot, you don’t count.”
I’ll always love you
And make you happy
I’ll pick you up when You’ve fallen down
You turn the sky blue
When it is raining
You’ll always keep the sunshine around
YoungJae quickly excused himself from the room and hurried to the nursery. He saw you place the baby in the crib and kiss his head.
“Choi YoungHo,” you whispered, “You are so loved little one. You will always be my baby boy, no matter how big you get.” You stood there and watched the baby sleep, and YoungJae stood watching you. The sound of his sniffles caught your attention.
“What are you doing,” you said crossing the room to him? You wrapped your arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. “Are you crying,” you asked, slightly amused? You wiped away a tear from his cheek.
“I love you,” he said, kissing you. You giggled and let him pull you closer. “I love you, so much,” he repeated, placing a kiss on your lips again. “Thank you,” he mumbled, his lips barely touching yours. He pressed his forehead to yours.
“Thank you? For what,” you questioned, “I haven’t done anything.” He shook his head and pulled you tight against his chest.
“You’ve given me the world,” he said into your ear softly, “I don’t think I tell you that enough. ”
“Don’t thank me for anything I’ve done for you,” you gently scolded him, “You gave me everything I’ve ever dreamt of and so much more.” You pulled away and cupped his face. “I’ve never been so loved by anyone until i met you.” You kissed his lips and pulled him out of the room. “Besides, our baby is the most preciousgift ever.” He pressed you against the wall and kissed your neck.
“I know how you can thank me,” he said sucking your neck. You giggled and pushed him away. You made your way back to the living room with YoungJae right behind you. He laughed as he pinched your butt.
“Guys,” Jackson drew out, “Come on! Can’t you wait till we leave?” A round of laughs and disgusted sounds filled the room. Jay B stood and waved the others towards the door.
“Come on,” he said, “I don’t think they want company anymore.” Everyone said their goodbyes and you thanked them for coming by.
YoungJae grabbed you and spun you around, pressing you to the door as soon as it clicked. He kissed and sucked on your neck, his hands slipping into your shirt.
“Sorry babe,” you said, wiggling away from his grasp, “Doctor says we should wait a few more weeks.” You gave him a tight smile and shrugged. He pouted and called you a meanie under his breath. “This is your fault! You can’t blame me,” you laughed back at him. You made your way to your bedroom and took your shirt off. As you removed your pants you heard your husband growl. “I said ‘No’,” you called back to him.
“Can’t I just admire my wife,” he said innocently. You scoffed and put on one of his large shirts. He approached you with a devilish grin. You scoffed again and climbed into bed. He quickly closed the gap and pinned you to the bed. He slid his hand up your thigh, across your hip, and over your stomach.
“Stop, it,” you warned him, “This is what got us here in the first place.” He groaned and rolled onto his back, pulling you on top of him.
“Fine,” he pouted, “But you need to stop looking so damn sexy.” He kissed you and brushed a few of your stray hairs back.
JinYoung focused on his phone, oblivious to what his friends were talking about. Coincidently, their conversation was about him. They all knew he had a new girlfriend, but he wasn’t sharing any details about you. They didn’t know your name, what you looked like or if they would ever meet you. All they knew is that JinYoung met you at a farmers market when he literally swept you off your feet.
You were at the market looking for fresh local ingredients for your new cookbook. Your arms were full of perfectly ripe fruits when a tall and handsome man bumped into you. Both you and your fruit went toppling to the ground when a pair of strong arms caught you and pulled you close. One look into your eyes and this man was smitten.
JinYoung was absolutely crazy about you. He loved you from your head to your toes and didn’t want to share you. For him, you were his shelter from the storm of GOT7. You always welcomed him into your home with open arms, a kiss, and a home-cooked meal. He was your #1 fan and your favorite critic.
Since he was going to be stuck in the studio for an indefinite amount of time, you took this chance to perfect a few recipes and bring him lunch. Typing a quick message, you let him know that you were at the front desk. His job was important, and just like yours, there was a line the other didn’t want to cross, so you kept a distance.
JinYoung excused himself from the room and hurried down the hall to the lobby. His bandmates were left confused by his rush. As soon as he laid eyes on you, his heart swelled and his smile beamed.
“You didn’t need to come here for me,” he said to you, brushing his lips against yours. You held the bag filled with containers out to him with a smile.
“I know,” you said softly, “but you need to eat to keep your strength up.” He peaked into the bag and his smile grew.
“Is that pizza?” he asked. You nodded and laughed.
“It has BBQ pulled pork, kimchi, and a gochujang tomato sauce,” you told him. You reached into the bag and moved a few items. “There is a kale salad, too.” He smiled and kissed you again.
“You’re spoiling me,” he said against your lips. You quickly pecked his lips again and turned to go.
“There is dasik in there too,” you called over your shoulder, “Don’t eat them first.” He stood there smiling at you as you left.
“Thank you, baobei,” he called to you.
As he returned to the practice room, the guys surrounded him, curious about what he brought back. The room filled with oohs and aahs as JinYoung sat to enjoy his lunch. He bashfully explained to the guys that you were paid by your publisher to write a cookbook, and luckily, he was your test subject.
He shared some of his food, knowing you would appreciate the criticism of more people than himself. As he passed the dasik around, he told them your name was Y/N and how he met you. He still wasn’t ready to share you with them yet.
The following day was the same thing. You texted JinYoung to let him know you had arrived. This time when excused himself from the room, he had to make the others promise not to follow him. He didn’t want to overwhelm you with the circus that would follow.
“Hi handsome,” you greeted him as he came into the lobby. He pulled you in for a hug and kissed your cheek. He took the container from you and peeked inside.
“Bulgogi?” he asked. He smiled and inhaled deeply. “This smells great. Are there any dasik in there by chance?” He looked at you hopefully.
“No, honey,” you apologized. Stepping in closer you whispered, “There is dalgona though.” You tapped his nose with your finger and winked.
“You are so good to me,” he moaned, throwing his head back. You giggled and waved goodbye. “Thank you,” he called after you again.
This was your routine for the next few weeks. You would stop by for a few minutes to bring him lunch, a few quick kisses, and then goodbye. This love and care for JinYoung did not go unnoticed. He always made time to show you how much he appreciated it. He would stop by local shops before going to your apartment to surprise you with something new or bring you your favorite candy or flowers.
His bandmates also noticed how much you cared for JinYoung. It didn’t hurt that on day 3 of delivering lunch, you made sure to pack much more than usual, to feed all 7 of them.
“So when do we get to meet her?” Jackson asked finishing his bibimbap. “She has been here every day for three weeks!” A chorus of agreement came from the guys.
“Are you ashamed of us,” Yugyeom asked, fake hurt in his voice. BamBam leaned into his friend, hardly able to contain his laughter.
“Seriously,” Mark chimed in, “you’re clearly into her. Have you bought a ring?” JinYoung smiled to himself and shakes his head.
“I’m not buying one. But I’ll see if she has time tomorrow. Maybe we can go out together,” he said, “I think you guys will like her.” YoungJae smiled and squeezed his friend’s arm.
“We see how she takes care of you, Hyung, and how happy she makes you,” he assured JinYoung, “We like her already.”
After practice was over, JinYoung called you on his way home. “Jagi, I miss you already. I was thinking,” he said in a way of greeting, “How about you skip lunch for us tomorrow and let me take you out to dinner. My friends are pestering me to meet you.”
“I can’t wait,” you said giddily. You chattered to him about your day and what you were planning for the next section of your book. You were satisfied with the sections on appetizers, soups, meats, and desserts; however, what made your book special was the idea of making the food special for families and creating memories. You planned on traveling to the park and common areas, speaking to people you passed to ask them about what made their meals special. JinYoung agreed wholeheartedly with the idea and had one of his own.
“I’ll call you back in a few minutes,” he cut the call short, “I need to make a quick call.” You made a kissing noise and told him to be careful on the way home, you’d talk to him soon.
He called his mom shortly after. He missed her voice and wanted to catch up with her. “Umma,” he said cheerfully, “how are you?” He filled her in about their comeback and how excited he was about the new album. She told him about all the updates on his sisters and his father.
“Are you taking care of yourself,” she asked softly, “I know you take care of the boys but are you looking after yourself?” He chuckled on the phone, he knew his mom knew something.
“I did meet someone a few months back,” he admitted, “She’s the reason I was calling. I was thinking about bringing her home to meet you and appa.”
“Oh, nae adeul,” she breathed, “Of course. I can’t wait to meet her.”
“Thank you umma,” he said gratefully, “I’ll let you know when we make plans. I love you.” He ended the call and rushed home, he was finally excited to bring you fully into his world.
JinYoung rocked from foot to foot as he waited outside your door the following night. He made reservations at your favorite restaurant for 10 people, you and him, his 6 friends, and 2 of their girlfriends. You greeted him with a smile as he held out a bouquet for you.
“You look amazing,” he complimented you. He kissed your cheek and guided you to his waiting car. His hand never left your knee, so he was able to sense your nervousness. “What’s wrong,” he questioned you.
“Nothing, just nervous,” you said softly, “What if they don’t like me?” He laughed loudly.
“Not like you,” he snorted, “They’re not stupid. There isn’t anything about you to not like!” He rubbed your knee in assurance.
“But what about the girls,” you pushed, “What if they don’t like me?” He rolled his eyes at you.
“They will love you,” he promised. “Trust me, jagi.” You smiled at him and leaned to rest your head on his shoulder. He kissed your head and returned his focus to the road.
Soon you were being led into the restaurant by JinYoung. You recognized a few of the men sitting at a larger table. Silence fell when they noticed you. JinYoung rubbed your back gently as he introduced you to everyone. Polite hellos were exchanged until BamBam stood. He promptly wrapped his arms around your shoulders and welcomed you. The whole evening was perfect and you couldn’t have asked for more. By the end of the night, you had two new girlfriends and the boys were eating out of your hand. They loved you and JinYoung couldn’t have been prouder.
“Are you staying with me tonight?” you asked JinYoung sweetly on the drive back to your apartment. He nodded to the back of his car and smiled.
“I planned on it if that’s ok,” he answered. You leaned over and kissed his cheek.
“I’d like that,” you sighed, “I’ve missed you at night.” His eyes crinkled as he smiled at you. Upon arriving at your apartment, you quickly unlocked the door and kicked your heels off. JinYoung tossed his overnight bag on the floor and quickly wrapped his arms around you. Wrapping your arms around his neck, your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Will you go away with me this weekend?” he asked, looking into your eyes. He pressed his forehead to yours and waited.
“Ok,” you agreed, pressing forward to place your lips on his. He hummed and squeezed you tighter, kissing you passionately. “Where are you taking me?” You could feel a smile on his lips.
“I was thinking Jinhae-gu,” he said against your lips. You pulled away and looked into his eyes.
“Isn’t that where your parents live?” you asked. He nodded innocently and kissed you again, trying to distract you. “You’re not going to skirt past that,” you playfully scolded him. He grinned and kissed you again. “JinYoung, what are you planning?” He pulled you flush against his chest and laughed.
“I figured you needed a break from all your hard work,” he kissed your head, “Plus Gunhangje is soon, and it’s beautiful to see.” He kissed your head again and swayed with you back and forth. “And it’s time you meet my parents,” he confessed bashfully. You slapped his chest and laughed.
“I knew it,” you exclaimed, “You tricky man!” He cupped your face and looked into your eyes, silently pleading with you. “But how can I say ‘No’ to that face?” You kissed him gently. He guided you to the bedroom with his arms around your waist.
It was the day you planned on leaving for your trip with JinYoung. You stopped at the studio and dropped off lunch for the boys and stole a quick kiss before leaving. JinYoung grabbed your hand and pulled you back into him, cupping your face and placing another kiss on your lips.
“Are you packed and ready?” he asked. You nodded and slid your hands around his waist. “I’ll pick you up after we’re finished here.” You hummed and hugged him. “Are you nervous?” he asked you.
“Not one bit,” you lied. He eyed you with raised eyebrows. “Maybe a little,” you admitted. Before he could respond you covered his mouth with your hand. “I know, they will love me. I just need to make a good impression on them.” He nodded. “I need to go, and you need to get back to work.” You blew him a kiss and hurried down the hall. He leaned against the door and watched you leave.
“You’ve got it bad,” Yugyeom laughed, patting JinYoung on the shoulder.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he admitted to Yugyeom.
JinYoung pulled into the driveway of his parent’s home and smiled. It was late, but he knew by the light inside, his dad was still awake and waiting for him. He leaned over and gently rubbed your cheek with his thumb. You swatted his hand away and grumbled about breaking his finger if he did it again. While leaving the car running, he grabbed the luggage and greeted his father waiting at the door. The older man looked over his son’s shoulder and smiled.
“You packed a lot for you alone, son,” he pulled JinYoung in for a hug.
“Y/N is sleeping,” the young man laughed, “She passed out about halfway here.” He looked back and could see you begin to stir. His dad grabbed the luggage from him and disappeared into the house. JinYoung jogged to your side of the car and leaned in. “Hey,” he said softly, “We’re here. Come on, let’s go.” You opened your eyes and looked around at your surroundings.
“Why didn’t you wake me sooner,” you yawned.
“Because I like my fingers,” he laughed. He took your hands and coaxed you out of the car and into his arms. He kissed your temple and guided you to the door, where his dad stood again. You bowed deeply to his father and greeted him. His father smiled and nodded to him.
“Please come inside,” his father said, “I’ll let your mother know you’re here.” He disappeared and JinYoung took your hand, leading you into the house.
“You’re doing great,” he whispered into your ear, “My mom will love you, and luckily my sisters aren’t here.” He got caught placing kisses on your neck when his mom walked in. She cleared her throat and you nearly jumped out of your skin. JinYoung chuckled next to you before wrapping his mother in a hug. “I’ve missed you umma.” She kissed his cheek and checked his appearance. Smiling at him, she peeked around his broad shoulders. You met her eyes with a shy smile and bowed.
“No need for that,” she scolded you, stepping forward and hugging you. You let out a sigh of relief and returned the hug. She took your face in her hands and frowned at JinYoung. “You didn’t say she was this beautiful.”
“I couldn’t ever put how beautiful she is into words,” he leaned down and faux whispered to his mother. He winked at you and caused you to flush pink. Your eyes grew wide and your mouth formed a silent 'oh’. JinYoung seemed to know what entered your mind. “I got it. I’ll be right back,” he said walking past you.
“You must be tired,” his mom said to you sweetly, “I’ve been told you’re busy writing a book.” You smiled knowing that JinYoung spoke to his mother about you.
“I am, it’s a cookbook,” you explained, “I’m collecting recipes and stories from people. For my family, like so so many, food is something that is associated with memories.” You laughed and blushed. You had a habit of rambling when you got on the subject of food. His mother grabbed your hands and squeezed them nodding her head.
“Food is a tradition and something to pass to younger generations,” she agreed.
“Yes! Absolutely,” you said. JinYoung appeared by your side with a ginseng bonsai in his hands. You smiled at him and took the plant, then offering it to his mother. She gasped and accepted the gift.
“You didn’t have to do this,” she said gratefully, “It is beautiful.”
“As much as we’d love to continue this,” JinYoung said, “I think it’s time we get to sleep. We have all day to catch up.” He smiled at his mother and then you.
“Of course,” she said, “Where are my manners? I cleaned your room and made up the girl’s old room for Y/N.”
“Mom, it’s ok we can just,” JinYoung began, but you placed a hand on his arm to stop him from saying any more.
“That sounds wonderful,” you said, cutting him off, “Thank you.” His mom watched the look the two of you shared and pressed her lips together before leading you to your room.
“I think your things are in here already,” she said to you, opening the door. “The restroom is down the hall,” she said pointing to a closed door, “And our room is there if you need anything.” JinYoung laughed behind his mom.
“Goodnight umma,” he said, gently pushing her down the hall, “She will be fine.” His mom glanced at him sideways and walked off. “My room is next door if you need anything,” he said in a low husky tone. You slapped his arm and blushed.
“Not tonight Romeo,” you giggled, pushing him towards his room. He winked and blew you a kiss before entering his room.
The following morning JinYoung found you huddled around the kitchen table with his mother. The sight of the two most important women in his life laughing together made his heart swell. He recognized the book on the table and smiled. It was the book his mother used for holidays or special occasions.
“She was stubborn and didn’t use recipes,” his mother told you, “I was always told that you measure with your heart.”
“I’ve always been told that by my gramma,” you said fondly, “She never wrote anything down either.” You ran your fingers over the pages. “I spent every holiday in the kitchen with her and I was astonished that she knew everything without a recipe.” You chewed the inside of your lip and sighed. “That’s why I’m doing this. She passed a few years ago, and with her so many wonderful things.” JinYoung listened carefully, he never heard you speak about your family like this. “It has taken me years to recreate her recipes. If I can put them together, I think I can preserve memories and inspire people to make their own. It’s something I always promised I would pass down to my children.”
“That is beautiful,” his mom said, “I love that idea. My mother passed traditions down to me, but my children haven’t shown interest. What if they end with me?” She questioned no one in particular.
“What about your grandchildren,” JinYoung chimed in from the other side of the room? You and his mom shared a confused look.
“Is there something I should know,” his mother asked him, and then looked at you? You shook your head with wide eyes.
“I don’t know what he’s talking about,” you confessed. “I’m not… We’re not… No.” You gave your boyfriend a dirty look when he continued to laugh.
“Sorry,” he laughed harder, “I could have handled that better.” You rolled your eyes at him and huffed, his mother did look slightly disappointed. JinYoung took the seat next to you and pulled the book towards him. He flipped through the pages and landed on one. Pointing to the page he smiled at his mom. “Do you remember making this for us on Chuseok?” She looked over the notes and smiled at her son.
“This was your favorite,” she recalled. She read over the ingredients with you, taking care to explain the annotations she made on the sides over the years. “Why don’t we make some tonight,” she said to you, “Do you want to help me?”
“Are you kidding me,” you squealed, “I’d love to!” Just then, your phone rang. You excused yourself from the room. JinYoung took your seat next to his mother and leaned his head on her shoulder.
“What do you think umma?” he said softly. He waited silently for her answer. “Do you like her?”
“She’s great,” she admitted, “I do like her. Do you?”
“Do I like her?” he laughed. “Yeah, umma, I do. A lot.” He held a finger to his lips, “I love her to be honest.”
“Good,” she said, “Wanna talk about those kids?”
“Maybe we can talk about a ring first,” he said bashfully. His mom squeezed his hand and patted his leg.
“Ah, there it is,” she smiled, “I know exactly what you need.”
The rest of your trip with JinYoung was perfect; however, if you ask him, JinYoung was still annoyed he had to sleep in his old room without you. Nonetheless, you wouldn’t have changed a thing about it. With the weekend over, JinYoung carried the luggage back to the car and made sure nothing was left behind. You hugged his mother and said goodbye to his father.
“Thank you so much for having me as a guest in your home,” you said, bowing to them both. His mother handed you a box from behind her back.
“This is for you,” she said. You took the box and unwrapped the ribbon. Lifting the lid of the box, you saw the book she kept her recipes in. Your eyes welled with tears.
“No, no, no,” you said, “I can’t take this.” You tried to hand her the book back. “This is for your family. I just can’t.” She smiled and pushed the book back to you.
From behind you, you heard JinYoung clear his throat. You turned to see him kneeling behind you, his hand outreached with a beautiful ring between his fingers. It was a simple gold band adorned with an oval opal, surrounded by tiny diamonds. His mom placed her hands on your shoulders and gently pushed you closer to the handsome man in front of you.
“It does belong in the family,” she said, “and so do you.” The tears you managed to hold back now fell freely.
“She’s right,” Jinyoung beamed up at you. “I’ve loved you since I first held you in my arms and looked into your eyes. I know it hasn’t been long, but I can’t imagine my life without you.” He stood and took your trembling hands in his. “I didn’t plan on doing this so soon, but I heard you talk about cooking, and passing down traditions…” he trailed off, “I couldn’t imagine anyone else having my children or sharing those memories with.” He took a deep breath and closed the distance between you. “Please say yes,” he pleaded with you, “You have brought so much sunshine into my life, I can’t go back to the dark.” You bounced on your toes and cupped his face in your hands. He leaned down and let you press your lips to his. “Is that a yes?” he asked against your lips.
➟warnings: Please don’t do any further if you’re not old enough!
A little insecurity about body image. Jackson is a sex god that helps his shy friend learn to satisfy his girlfriend. And there is badly written smut :)
You barged into the apartment and slammed the door shut. Jay B eyed you as you huffed.
“Where is Jackson,” you demanded. Jay B pointed to Jackson’s room and turned his attention back to his book. You stormed past him and down the hall to the closed door. You swung the door open without knocking. Throwing yourself on his bed with extra dramatic flair, you groaned into the pillow.
Jackson only shook his head, you were probably the only one who could rival his drama. He rubbed your back but continued his phone conversation as if you weren’t there.
“Jackson,” you mumbled into the pillow. He only responded by patting your back. “Jacks,” you tried again, a little louder. This time he shushed you. “Jacky,” you whined, “I really need to have sex.”
“Uh, let me call you back,” he said to the person on the phone. He wasn’t sure he heard you correctly and needed to give you undivided attention. He turned you over so you lay on your back and he hovered over you. “What was that princess,” he asked? You huffed and shoved his shoulder.
“You heard me,” you pouted, “I’ve been super horny and I can’t take this anymore.” His eyes widened and his mind raced. He grinned at you and raised his eyebrows.
“So,” he drew out, “What do you want me to do? How can I help you?” He brushed a few strands of hair from your face. You batted your eyes at him sweetly.
“Can you talk to Jae,” you said softly, “I don’t know what to do?” Jackson moved to sit at the foot of the bed and laughed.
“He hasn’t been giving you the attention you want lately, has he,” he questioned you?
“More like never,” you scoffed and rolled your eyes. You’ve been dating one of his best friends, YoungJae, for 6 months and he hasn’t shown an interest in being intimate with you.
“What,” Jackson asked, a little confused? He eyed you, unsure of what you were saying.
“What didn’t you understand,” you asked irritated. “I want to have sex… YoungJae won’t… please send help… S.O.S.”
“Like, ever,” Jackson tried to clear up, “Never ever?” You screamed a muffled scream into his pillow. “But he has done… other stuff… right.” His answer came in another muffled cry.
“No,” you finally pulled away from the pillow, “It’s just been me, myself, and I.” You raised your hands one at a time for illustration. “And trust me,” you continued, “It’s not for lack of trying.”
“I, uh,” Jackson tried to find the words, “Um, well maybe…”
“Wow,” you said, “Thanks for that pep talk” You rolled your eyes and moved to sit next to him. “I mean, he does like girls, right? If he doesn’t, that’s fine… but come on…” You stood and paced around the room.
“No,” Jackson assured you, “He likes girls. Not girls plural. Girl… Female… you. He likes you.” You huffed at his response.
“I just figured by now we would be more, physical. Ya know,” you stopped in front of the full-length mirror and turned sideways. “You know last week when I straddled his lap and took my shirt off, he pushed me to the floor and locked himself in my bathroom for 30 minutes.” You caught Jackson’s gaze in the reflection and his smile made madder than before. “30 minutes, Jackson,” you yelled at him.
A flood of guilt-filled him. His eyes softened and he didn’t meet your eyes again until he heard your shaky breath. He saw you lift your shirt and pinch your stomach.
“Do you think it’s me,” you asked? Your voice trembled as tears filled your eyes. “It has to be, right,” you asked again. “I’ve seen the girls that call his name. The girls that you bring around. I’m not like them. I’m not-”
You were cut short by Jackson crushing you in a hug. He held you close to his chest and gently scolded you. “Don’t be silly,” he said, “You are so beautiful. And so much more than just a pretty face. He’s not that dumb. I don’t know what it is, but it isn’t you.” You pulled away and wiped the tears from your cheek.
“I gotta go,” you said, “Thanks for listening.” You hurried out of his room and out of the apartment. You bumped into YoungJae in the hallway to the elevator. He tried to grab your arm when he saw how upset you were, but you pulled away told him to leave you alone.
“Why did Y/N leave here crying,” he called into the apartment. “Did you guys do something to her?” He didn’t have time to set his things down before Jackson rushed at him.
“Did we do something,” Jackson repeated the question, his head was still reeling from what you told him. “Do you think it is something you didn’t do?” YoungJae looked at the older man with wide eyes, confusion all over his face. Jackson grabbed his friend’s shirt and pulled him into his room. “Sit down stupid,” he ordered.
YoungJae sat on the bed. He couldn’t imagine what he had done wrong. Jackson sat next to his friend and rubbed his face. How was he going to handle this?
“I’m gonna ask you something, and I need you to be honest,” Jackson began, “Have you had sex with Y/N yet?” YoungJae blushed and looked away. “That’s why she was here,” Jackson said, he didn’t need to hear the answer, it was written all over his face. “She’s worried that you’re not into her.” He could see the worry and guilt that covered his friend’s face. “What is it? She’s a beautiful girl,” Jackson said, “And for some reason, she is very interested in you. There isn’t one guy in this apartment that wouldn’t fight you to be with her.” A small chuckle left YouongJae’s lips.
“You’re right. She is great. Beautiful. Funny,” YoungJae said softly, “There isn’t anything about her that doesn’t drive me crazy.” He took a deep breath and looked at his friend. “But what if I’m not good enough. I haven’t… you know…and she has…I just… I don’t know.”
Jackson squinted and processed what his friend was saying. He laughed and grabbed his chest. “You’re worried that she won’t like you when you finally have sex?” Jackson laughed harder, “I don’t think she’s that type of girl. Maybe the kind to tie you to the bed blindfolded, but not leave you because it’s bad.”
YoungJae only shook his head, “I don’t know, man.” He sighed and covered his face. “Do you think she hates me now?”
“Not if I have anything to say about it,” Jackson said, “Come on, I know how to fix this.”
After you returned home, you just laid on the sofa mindlessly switching the television stations. A small knock on the door drew you from your daze.
“Y/N,” you heard YoungJae’s voice on the other side of the door, “I know you’re in there.” He knocked again. “I want to talk.” You didn’t move and stared at the door trying to figure out if this is something you wanted to do today. You knew Jackson would have told him about what you said and it was a matter of time before something had to be done. Suddenly, there was a much louder bang on the door.
“Open the door, Y/N,” Jackson demanded, “I won’t say it a second time.” There was something in his voice that you didn’t recognize. You unlocked the door and held it open for the two men to enter. Jackson led YoungJae in, like a scolded puppy by the scruff of his neck, pushing him firmly in front of you. “Tell her,” he instructed.
“I’m sorry,” YoungJae said softly, his eyes focusing on the floor. Jackson slapped the back of his head. “If I ever made you feel less than perfect,” he brought his eyes to meet yours, “Or if I ever made you feel unwanted.”
“That’s better,” Jackson said, “Do you accept his apology?” Both men waited for your answer. You gave them a tight-lipped smile and nodded. “Good, we’re here to make it up to you,” Jackson smiled.
“We,” you questioned? Jackson turned and walked to your bedroom.
“Come on, both of you,” Jackson ordered. Your heart began to race as YoungJae followed and closed the door behind the three of you.
Jackson sat on your bed with his back against the headboard, leaving you in the middle of the room with YoungJae. He made himself comfortable and waved his hand at his friend. “Go on,” he said, “Just like we talked about.”
“What did you talk about,” you questioned YoungJae. Your boyfriend didn’t answer you, he only stepped closer and cupped your face, pulling you in for a kiss. You wanted to tell him no or to stop because Jackson was here, but you didn’t have the strength with his lips on yours. Relaxing into the kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck.
YoungJae’s hands grabbed at the fabric of your dress and pulled it up around your waist, and then over your head, leaving you in your bralette and matching panties. His hands slid down to cup your ass, squeezing the soft skin. He smiled down at you and the surprised look on your face. You motioned to the bed where Jackson sat, but you were shushed by his lips again. You tugged on his shirt, very desperate to feel his skin against yours. Thankfully, he got the hint and pulled his shirt off. You pulled him closer by his belt and kissed him again. He groaned against your lips as you nibbled his.
“Come here, princess,” Jackson said to you softly, patting the bed between his spread legs. You looked between the two men in your room, still not fully aware of what was happening. YoungJae nodded to you and smiled sweetly before gently guiding you to the bed. You crawled on the bed towards Jackson. He pulled your back against his chest and pushed your hair to one side. You could feel his warm breath on your ear and his heartbeat against your back. “Just relax,” he whispered, “Let him take care of you.”
Your breath hitched in your throat when you saw YoungJae inch towards you. He sat at your feet and let his eyes roam over your body. His hands slid over your legs and thighs. Hooking his thumbs in the waist of your panties, he tugged them down your legs.
You felt insecure so you closed your legs and pressed them together. You heard Jackson tut in your ear.
“Ah, not tonight,” he whispered, “Let him see.” His voice was gentle but it held a stern tone. You relaxed your legs as YoungJae ran his hands up your thighs again, slowly separating them. “Show him, baby girl,” he murmured again, “Show him what he’s been missing.”
Your hands trailed down your stomach and to your slick folds. Using two fingers, you spread your folds and dip one finger inside your slit. Leaning your head on Jackson’s shoulder you moan and shut your eyes. Slowly, you remove your finder and trace circles around your sensitive bud. You begin to moan a little louder as your breath quickened.
“Open your eyes,” Jackson stated, “Look at him.” You didn’t even recognize the man at your feet. He had moved closer and was rubbing your thighs. Jackson pulled your hand away from between your legs and sucked on your fingers. The sound that came from him was absolutely sinful. Your body quivered when you felt YoungJae place hot wet kisses on the inside of your thighs.
Jackon taped on your stomach to get YoungJae’s attention. He makes a come hither motion with his fingers, which the younger man understands. You whimper as you’re filled with YoungJae’s fingers and begin to rock your hips against his hand. Jackson brushes his lips across your ear, “Do you like that, beautiful? Does he make you feel good?” His words sent shivers down your spine.
You hummed a response and tried to focus on the man between your legs. He was pulling his fingers from your core and sucking them clean. The simple act drove you crazy. He grew more confident when you looked him in the eyes and begged, please. It was a simple request but spoke volumes to him. He moved close to you and hooked your leg over his shoulder. He licked one long strip along your folds and flicked your clit with his tongue. You groaned and bucked your hips, frustrated with the loss of contact.
A smile pulled at his lips as he dipped his head again. This time sucking and licking every inch of skin he can reach. He nipped at your thighs with his teeth as he worked his fingers inside you again. A familiar knot formed in your stomach. A string of praise fell from your lips.
“Jae,” you moaned, “please don’t stop.” That was all he needed to hear. While he worked his finger he sucked your throbbing bud. Jackson could feel you panting against his chest. His hands caressed your arms to soothe you. “I’m going to come,” you were barely able to say.
YoungJae gripped your waist and pulled you down harder to his mouth. He worked harder to bring you over the edge. Your hands traveled to his hair again as you tried to push him away.
“Oh, ah,” you tried to beg him, “too much.” Jackson pulled your arms away from YoungJae and kissed your neck.
“Can you imagine that he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to make you come,” Jackson breathed in your ear? He bit your earlobe and his voice lowered an octave, “Let go princess, come for him.”
“Jae,” you cried as you felt his teeth on your bud, “oh my gosh.” You couldn’t fight it anymore. Your back arched and you felt a sudden spray of warmth and slickness. Your eyes widened in shock and looked to YoungJae. He lifted his head, licked his lips, and wiped his chin. His wide eyes stared at you, and under his gaze, your body flushed. You felt Jackson laugh under you.
“Did you just do what I think you did,” Jackson laughed out loud? Your mouth moved but no sound came out. “That was hot,” he reassured you. He kissed the side of your head and let his lips linger. “Are you guys good now?” You nodded and he gave you one last kiss on the temple before leaving his position on the bed.
You mouthed a quick thank you to him as he left. He smiled and winked as he left.
“I’m so happy to have you to myself,” YoungJae said to you. You watched as your boyfriend moved from the bed and removed his pants, standing before you in his boxers. Immediately you knelt before him, admiring how toned and smooth his body was.
You pulled up and kissed him lovingly. You could taste yourself on his lips. You ran your hands down his chest and then to the bulge in his boxers. We whined against your lips and pressed his hips into your hands. You slid your hand into his boxers and wrapped your hand around his now enlarged and throbbing member. He moaned and his head fell back as you slowly pumped your hand.
“No,” YoungJae said, somewhat pulling away. He drew your hand from his boxers and shook his head.
“Baby,” you appealed, “please. Let me.” He shook his head again. “Why,” you whispered? “Are you-”
“I need to be inside you,” he cut you off breathlessly. A soundless ‘oh’ formed on your lips. He attached his lips to yours and pushed you back to the mattress, pinning your hips down. He kissed down your neck and chest, taking the time to pay attention to your breasts. You gasped when he tugged your nipples with his teeth.
With one hand he removed the only clothing separating you and him. He pressed against you, letting you feel his full length against your leg. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” He reached down and brushed against your entrance.
Gently, he entered you. Your head fell back revealing your neck for his lips. As he sucked under your ear, he inhaled your scent. It was a mixture of sugar, vanilla, and patchouli. It was comfort for him. He groaned as he was fully sheathed in you, not able to move. You pulled back and cupped his face.
“Are you ok,” you asked softly. He swallowed and nodded.
“Give me a minute,” he chuckled, “This feels too good.” You threw your head back and laughed. “Are you ok,” he asked exploring your eyes.
“Ready when you are,” you promised him.
His pace was slow, it was nice. You held his body close to yours, wanting to feel every inch of him against you. Just as you two fell into a good rhythm, he reached down and hooked your knee in his arm. His next thrust was deeper than before and caused you to cry out in surprise.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized, kissing you softly. He slowed this pace and rocked deeper into your hips. You held him closer and raked red lines down his back. “You feel so good,” he moaned into your ear, “I love you so much.” You’re body froze. “Did I hurt you,” he asked hovered over you, concern etching his face.
“Do you,” you asked, pushing his sweat-soaked hair from his face. He tried to follow your train of thought. He smiled when he understood what he said. He kissed your lips and said it again, much softer and quieter this time.
“I love you,” he murmured against your lips. He slid an arm under your body to lift you closer, while his other hand stroked your face. “사랑 해요 (I love you),” he whispered again, in Korean this time. Your heart skipped a beat every time he said it.
“I love you, too,” you said kissing his lips. It felt perfect that this was the first time you shared those words. You began to rock your hips again. He quickened his pace, snapping his hips into yours.
“I guess you liked that,” he grunted into your neck. You raised your hips to meet his. He could hardly make out your pleas. “What’s that baby,” he questioned, “Tell me what you want.”
“Don’t get cocky, Jae,” you whined, “Please, I’m so close.” He thrust harder into your core.
“Say my name,” he told you.
“Ah, Jae,” you moaned. He tutted and reached down between you, brushing circles around your clit.
“What. Is. My. Name,” he asked again? “Say it, baby.” You were stunned by his control of the situation.
“YoungJae,” you gasped, “Please.”
“Come on, baby,” he urged, “I’m right behind you.” He felt you clench around him as your body trembled with pleasure. He sucked on your neck as his thrusts became uneven and sloppy. Tucking his head into your neck he moaned your name and thrust one final time.
You laid with the full weight of his body on yours. It wasn’t too much, or uncomfortable, but welcomed. When slowly stripped his body from yours and disappeared from the room. Taking the moment to stretch your muscles, you squirmed around the bed and a small peep slipped from your lips.
“That’s cute,” YoungJae said as he returned to your side. Quickly kissing your bare arm, he pressed a bottle of water in your hands. “Here,” he said softly and waved a warm cloth at you, “Thought you might like this.” You shot him an appreciative smile. He had dressed in his boxers again and explored your wardrobe for something to dress you in. Having successfully found a silky nightgown, he turned to you. You slid the soft fabric over your body and flung yourself back on the bed and made grabby hands.
“Come to bed with me,” you asked innocently. YoungJae smiled at you as you batted big doe eyes at him. He climbed into your bed and laid his head on your chest, your fingers carded tenderly through his hair.
The two of you laid in each other’s arms and unwound. It was no time before you heard soft snores from your sleeping boyfriend. You kissed the top of his head and whispered into his hair, “I love you.”
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Just a bonus photo because these two are adorable!
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